Word: rivers
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sword, Chang continued: "The advance of the Chinese Nationalists northward from Shanghai against me (TIME, March 28 et seq.) is of international importance. If Bolshevism triumphs in China, it will triumph throughout the world. The Great Powers must help me to push the Nationalists back, South of the Yangtze River. Then I will treat with their military leader, Chiang Kaishek, on a brotherly basis. With him I have no quarrel, for I hear that in his heart he too wants to get rid of the Bolsheviks. Only two Chinese parties would then face each other across the Yangtze...
...long ago engineers made smoke in the Holland vehicular tunnel under the Hudson river to test the all-important ventilating system. The announced result: complete success (TIME, March 28). But last week, Chairman John F. O'Rourke of a special committee of the New York Board of Trade and Transportation begged to differ. He announced that the committee had given "serious study and conference to this question." "We believe," he added, "that a great menace to public welfare is involved. The tests so far made for ventilation have been inadequate. . . . The present exhaust openings . . . are totally inadequate . . . we suggest...
Gertrude Ederle, channel swimmer: "Last week, after undressing in an ambulance, I swam to and fro in the Trinity River, seven miles from Dallas, Tex., peering and feeling unsuccessfully underwater for two corpses, the bodies of 18-year-old Dallas boys, Clifford Stockton and Lee Harris, whose boat had capsized. This information reached the public through the press agent of the vaudeville troupe with which I am barnstorming...
Near Oneco, Conn., one L. H. Brown, told the game warden he had seen a trout leap out of the Moosup River, catch a low-flying sparrow, gulp it down...
...pointed the car's nose toward his home, half a mile away. Driving at his customary 25 miles per hour, even though the Chicago-Detroit highway was comparatively empty, he had nothing to vex him but a drizzling rain and a bleak landscape. Suddenly, as he crossed the Rouge River bridge, he heard the roar of a big car behind him and a Studebaker drew up alongside, smashed into him, sped on toward Detroit. Mr. Ford's Ford spun around crazily, bounced over a six-inch curb, tumbled down a 15-foot embankment, came to rest with...