Word: patroled
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...field until it crashed. At 19 he was exhausted, weakened with eyestrain, his nerves ajangle, motivated only by a fatalistic conviction that, he would get through. The only time Lewis felt any anger against an enemy air man was during a bombing of London, when he was on night patrol above the city and could see the bombs strike with out being able to locate the Gothas that were dropping them. That made him realize that future wars would mean air at tacks on cities, since "some bombers will always get through." It made him a pacifist as well, convinced...
UNCOMMON KNOWLEDGE-George W. Stimpson-Bobbs-Merrill ($2). An interesting compendium of little-known facts by a Washington newspaper correspondent who has gathered odd items of information all his life. It tells why a patrol wagon is called a Black Maria (there used to be a husky Negro woman bouncer in a Boston boarding house with that name); what U. S. President was a citizen of France (Washington); what is the lion's share (all). A handy book for people who like to win arguments...
...Chicago, Tommy Cushman, 4, marched into a tavern, declared he was lost, had the bartender notify the police, waited until Policeman Thomas Mahoney drove by and took him home in the patrol wagon. Chuckled Policeman Mahoney: "He's a smart boy. Tommy's been after me for a week for a ride in the wagon, but I couldn't do it on account of regulations...
...road is a striking engineering achievement, marked by easy grades and wide curves, which seemingly tempt the average driver to "hit it up," for speeds of 60 m.p.h. and better were common until Highway Patrol Chief Ray Cato started to police the stretch...
...horse took a few skittish steps, then straightened out. The King never flinched. Equerry Sir John dropped back. A shiny revolver lay on the pavement. Over the heads of an excited crowd appeared the rumpled features of George Andrew McMahon, being hustled away by four policemen towards a patrol van. Special Constable Dick had looked up just in time to see the revolver wavering in the herbalist's hand. Instinctively he lashed out, knocking it into the street. Dazed Herbalist McMahon cried, "Good heavens, don't strangle me!'' as the police rushed him away...