Word: packed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Paris saw the horses, after the usual momentary tangle, clear away from the web; they reached the first turn. Suddenly, out of the pack, reared a riderless steed, flat-eared, plunging; many women screamed shrilly; what had happened became, in a moment, obvious. Four horses had gone down. Four small men in silks lay twisting on the turf while the field swept past them, led home by Baron James A. De Rothschild's La Reine Lumière, 120 to 1, the first filly to win the Grand Prix since 1902. One of the three men was Stephen Donoghue...
Charles Lathrop Pack, forester, economist D.B.A. (business administration...
...hours, at 85 miles an hour, they flew, always north. They had used nearly half their gasoline. If the planes were ever to take them home again, they must descend. And there below them the first streak of blue seen in eight hours indicated water, a "lead" in the pack ice. Down nosed Amundsen in the N-25, the N24 following suit. Suddenly, a break in the steady roar of the motors, as startling as a shout, smote Amundsen's ear. N-25's engine had died. The pilot, Riiser-Larsen, now must land wherever he could...
...points, which surpassed the score of any other man, black or white, in the meet. With a pillar of wind at his back, one Frederick Alderman of the Michigan Agricultural School broke a Conference record for the 220-yd. dash. James Cusack of Chicago stepped cannily along behind a pack of runners for almost a mile, but when the distance became precisely a mile, James Cusack was in front. Shimek, a son of Marquette (Milwaukee), with pits under his eyes and his teeth straining out of his face, ran two miles in heat like the glare from a furnace door...
...worried. The boy was reckless; he might do himself harm. All day, as the cars circled, he kept his eye on the little cream-colored machine driven by Nephew Pete de Paolo. The whippersnapper was assuredly reckless, for the first 50 miles he led the roaring, crackling, reeking, spitting pack at a canter of 104 mi. an hour, was passed by Racer Cooper, took the lead again after Cooper had turned his $10,000 machine into a smear of debris against a concrete wall in the 124th lap. Would he learn no caution, that...