Word: murk
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Next morning their platoon is sent over the top. Advancing through murk and mire, suffering heavy losses, they valiantly capture an Allied machine-gun nest only to be halted by news of the Armistice. Mutters one: "After four years-and it just fizzled...
...from Southampton with five men, one woman and 65 mailsacks to fly non-stop to Alexandria on a final experimental trip. Over Lyons a few hours later the British pilot ran into a severe snowstorm. Inept like most European airmen at blind flying, he got lost, circled through the murk while the radioman sent out an SOS. Before he could get his bearings, the pilot scraped his wing on a fir tree, smacked full tilt into the side of Mont du Beaujolais, killed everyone but the radioman, who crawled two miles through the snow for help. To England the news...
...burly head of Bernard Francis ("Barney") Dickmann, the enterprising bachelor realtor who is St. Louis' mayor until at least April 6 (municipal election day), last week literally was in a smoky fog, and had been there for many winter weeks. The murk over St. Louis has been so thick that the new Governor of Missouri, Lloyd Crow Stark, an enterprising nurseryman, could not see the city streets when he flew over during an inspection of the Ohio-Mississippi flood. He wished that Mayor Dickmann would sign a pending city ordinance to abate the smoke which makes St. Louis grimier...
...contrivance, everyone was told, permitted a pilot to find an airport no matter how dirty the weather. TWA's Chief Pilot O. W. Coyle took off with a party to prove it. With the cockpit of his big Douglas hooded, he climbed swiftly up through the murk in the deep San Fernando Valley, circled away over the wrinkled mountains which have given the region the name of "the worst flying country in the U. S." Time & again Pilot Coyle intentionally got lost. Each time he winged unerringly back to the field. Just as he was doing so the last...
...Into the murk of old Sanders Theatre marched the 554 foreign delegates to Harvard's Tercentenary Celebration in their robes of black, scarlet, gold. Up to President James Bryant Conant and Harvard's Fellows, waiting on the dusty stage, they filed like graduates in some fabulous commencement. First, according to seniority, came swarthy Professor Saleh Hashem Attia from that most ancient university, Al-Azhar, founded at Cairo in 970 A. D. Lanky, bespectacled President Conant, trying to keep the golden tassel of his mortarboard from slipping forward as he bowed, pumped Professor Attia's hand, drawled...