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Nineteen Nights. After the15th day he was conscious of little but pain and cold. He lay motionless, unable to crawl to water. He did not know that Air Force planes had sighted the wreckage, and had dropped food and medical supplies only 175 yards from him. On the 19th night, when a rescue party stumbled past within 20 feet of him, he could not make himself heard...
...park. Whether at Yankee Stadium or on the road, a reverent roar greets him as he strides to the plate. Joe tells himself that the pitchers should be more worried than he is, and they usually are. He is a cool, relaxed figure, his bat held high and motionless, as he waits for the ball to zip in from the pitcher's box, 60 ft. away, at something like 91 m.p.h...
...Bolted motionless on a test stand, the little monster is not impressive. It has no coolly symmetrical propeller, no phalanx of cylinderheads, none of the hard geometrical grace of the conventional aircraft engine. Yet the unprepossessing turbojet engine has thrown the air designers into ecstatic confusion: nobody yet knows how fast the jet will enable man to fly, but the old speed ceilings are off. In their less guarded moments, sober designers talk of speeds so high that aircraft will glow like meteors...
Other stories still make exciting reading. Richard Harding Davis gives a clean, dramatic report of a Cuban revolutionist's gallant death before a firing squad (1897) and leaves him "asleep in the wet grass, with his motionless arms still tightly bound behind him, with the scapular twisted awry across his face, and the blood from his breast sinking into the soil he had tried to free." Winifred Black, the original sob sister, sets the pattern for countless future sob sister leads with "I begged, cajoled and cried my way through the line of soldiers" to get into Galveston after...
...London last week, from Blackfriars to Tilbury, the normally bustling Thames-side was a brackish backwater. Its forest of cranes was all but motionless. At its wharves 154 ships, Plimsolls awash, groaned to be delivered of cargoes. This week many a Briton would eat more corned beef and dislike it, while fresh beef, Irish eggs and succulent tomatoes waited or rotted beneath battened hatches and in warehouses. Equally worrisome to Britain was the fact that a flood of goods intended for the export trade was piling up at dockside. And at week's end, this state of things...