Word: racer
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Aintree, two horses came to the last fence together, Thomond II got over first but faltered as he landed. Reynoldstown cleared neatly. In that moment, the result of the Grand National was decided. The Whitney horse, a flat racer trained to jump but lacking the stamina of a born steeplechaser, slowed down so badly that Lady Lindsay's Blue Prince, at 40-to-1. passed him in the stretch and took second place by three lengths...
...motorcycle officers dropped out at 85. Auburn and bicyclist shot over the finish line at 90 m. p. h., were doing 100 m. p. h. before they slowed down. An A. A. A. official took pencil & paper, certified that Frank Bartell, 33, Czech-born six-day racer, had covered a measured mile at 80.5 m. p. h. Pleased at beating the world's record of 76 m. p. h. set by Canada's big, red-headed William ("Torchy") Peden, Czech Bartell waggled his Vandyke, swore he would make 100 the next time...
...businessmen get along so well with the Press as Edward Vernon Rickenbacker. Since his early days as an automobile racer, sports editors have been his friends and drinking companions. Home from the War, ace of U. S. aces, wearer of the Distinguished Service Cross, Congressional Medal of Honor, Croix de Guerre, Legion of Honor, he never affected the slightest conceit. As a high-powered executive first in the automobile business, later in commercial aviation, he continued his easygoing camaraderie with managing editors and callow cubs alike...
...Unitarians, Congregationalists and Episcopalians own Boston, but the Irish Catholics run it. Ordinarily a man named O'Casey, be he a saloonkeeper, a fisticuffer or a bicycle racer, might expect a warm Irish welcome in the capital of Massachusetts. Yet last week Sean (pronounced Shawn) O'Casey of Dublin found to his dismay that Boston would have none of his play, Within the Gates (TIME...
More needed at the moment was tact. Fortnight ago a Captain Justice, no member of the British expeditionary force but a onetime British officer and automobile racer who had enlisted in the Saar international police, drove his friend the Earl of Aylesford and a German girl named Käthe Braun home after a high time in a café. Swinging his car around a corner he climbed the sidewalk, ran over the foot of a Frau Steig. Immediately the street was full of caterwauling Germans. Captain Justice whipped out his service revolver, fired two shots. One slightly injured...