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...miles east of the field, a motorist saw the horrible finish. The big ship came out of the overcast in a long glide. It never leveled out. With a terrific roar it struck the ground in an open field, smashed into a deep ditch, lumbered out of it, burst into bright fire...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CATASTROPHES: Ice | 11/10/1941 | See Source »

...trailer hauled onto the flying field. From its roof projects a small glass dome. The Wing, equipped with headphones and mouthpiece, peers through the glass, dispatching his squadron: "Hello, C for Charlie [name of the plane ]. You may taxi up and take off." C for Charlie trundles with a roar into the night. Then: "Hello, control. C for Charlie airborne 19:35 [7:35 p.m.]." On the raid, camera and sound track accompany a plane called F for Freddie and its crew of six. Theirs is an ominous journey-through cotton-wool clouds, across rivers like threads of dirty tinsel...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: New Picture, Nov. 3, 1941 | 11/3/1941 | See Source »

Physically, the Budenny specimen is still, at 58, superb. He rides like a trooper, fences without guards, can snuff out a candle with a revolver bullet at 40 paces. He has a voice like the roar of a breaking ice-jam. Manly to excess, he is a born leader in the medieval sense of the term...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World War: BATTLE OF RUSSIA: Bringing Back An Army | 10/13/1941 | See Source »

Leon Trotsky wrote these words about the defense of Leningrad in October 1919, when the Whites were pressing the Seventh Red Army northward into the city. But the words echoed like a great roar in the labyrinth last week...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World War: Leningrad the Labyrinth | 10/13/1941 | See Source »

...that a couple of half-cracked but very nice old maids serve a new drink (two jiggers of elderberry wine--"we made it ourselves," a teaspoon of arsenic, half-teaspoon of cyanide and just a pinch of strychnine is the recipe) with a kick that's decimating, and people roar at wholesale murder. If all murders were as funny as these, the human race would assassinate itself off the earth and the last man would die laughing...

Author: By R. C. H., | Title: THE PLAYGOER | 10/2/1941 | See Source »

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