Word: pairing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...dusty figure of a man plodding beside the beast. "Those squaw men disgrace America in the Philippines," said the General. "Hundreds of 'em swinging 'round and living off native women. No American soldiers should be discharged until they have returned home." As we smoked and sipped, the pair drew nearer, and I recognized the man beneath his sweat and dirt. "It's no squaw man, General," I said. "It's Bishop Brent." The General said, "God almighty, what a mistake!" And to the striker,- "Fix things for Bishop Brent!" But the khaki-clothed Bishop would...
...Icarus. Instead was an Apollo wearing no triple woolen under wear ? merely ordinary clothing cased ty a furlined flying suit, sheepskin boots, fur helmet, fur mittens, a mask with an oxy gen tube (his nostrils were plugged so that he must breathe through his mouth) and a pair of goggles with tiny holes in them so that he might see when they be came frosted. He was Lieut. Apollo Soucek...
...upward pace grew slower and slower. At 37,000 ft. frost formed upon his goggles. At about that time another airplane arrived?too late?at the airfield below, bringing another naval flier with a pair of electrically heated goggles that will not frost. The bringer of the goggles was Zeus,* brother of Apollo Soucek, coming from the Philadelphia naval aircraft factory...
Came last week an elderly Berlin shoemaker commissioned to construct a new pair of presidential shoes. Gazing professionally at the gnarled von Hindenburg feet, the old tradesman decided to equip the new von Hindenburg shoes with solid arch-supporters. President von Hindenburg tried on the new shoes, walked across the room, walked around the garden. His knee pains ceased at once. In a few days his swellings had disappeared. Later an official communique was issued that President von Hindenburg's convalescence was at an end. How the merciful cobbler was rewarded, officialdom neglected...
...afternoon last autumn, His Holiness was preparing to enjoy a carriage ride around the spacious Vatican gardens. An open barouche and a pair of glossy spanking Irish steeds waited at the portico of St. Damasus Courtyard. Suddenly the mettlesome beasts became frightened. They shied, snorted, whinnied, plunged. Finally they "ran away" in a mad dash around the high-walled garden...