Word: piloting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Meteorological Station, perched on the summit of Great Blue Hill in greater Boston, has continued uninterrupted weather observations for fifty years. Equipment includes pilot balloon apparatus, radiation receivers, and an instrument for recording night cloudiness besides the more familiar, thermometers, hygrometers, and barometers. Sub-stations are maintained on Mt. Washington. Mt. Wachusett, Mt. Monadnock, and in Cambridge...
...headstart ticked away, Pilot Howard watched the clock, listened nervously for the roar of Colonel Turner's low-wing monoplane. Just as time was about up, he heard it, saw the golden Wedell-Williams racer streaking out of the murk for the finish. Ever the showman, Pilot Turner zoomed into a grandiloquent flourish over the stands, banked off into the haze, landed. Excitedly, the timers calibrated their watches, finally announced the closest Bendix finish in history. Pilot Howard had won the 2,046-mi. race by 23½ seconds. Third was handsome Russell Thaw, son of Evelyn Nesbit & Harry...
...Winner Howard the $4,500 prize money came in handy. A married airmail pilot with a distinguished racing record, he constantly designs new racing planes, had sunk his last cent in Mister Mulligan. A dark, lanky, unostentatious man of 31, he contrasts strongly with swashbuckling, peacocky Colonel Turner, who last week thirsted for revenge, waited impatiently for the final spectacular Thompson Trophy Race in which he hoped to regain his laurels as No. 1 U. S. speedster...
Last week another surprising story burgeoned in Germany. This time there was no picture, but the yarn was carefully authenticated by the German Air Sport League. It announced that a pilot named Duennbeil had shot his glider into the air with a rubber cable, pumped feverishly at a bicycle-like treadle, flown a yard off the ground for some...
...lost pair stumbled over the barren Valley floor, their feet blistered, their lips cracked, their tongues swollen. Often crossing their own footprints, they realized they were circling hopelessly. At last, completely exhausted, they lay down beside a dry mudhole to await their fate. There last week a searching airplane pilot finally spied little Agnes feebly waving a blanket...