Word: sanding
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Whoa, TIME! stay your hand a bit! Dip your pen in the sand a bit. That rhyme about Cervantes...
Capt. Malcolm Campbell, British racing driver, ordered his mechanics to give the fishtailed, monster-snouted Bluebird a shove. Slipping into first gear he pointed her up Daytona Beach toward the judges' stand. A white mist hung over the course and the sand was wet. When he was going 80 m.p.h. he shifted the Napier motor to second speed. At 125 m.p.h. he changed to high. The motor settled into a rising drone like the hum of an enormous bee. At the end of the ten-mile course, without stopping for the usual tire change and mechanical adjustment, he turned...
Since Jan. 1 the U. S. Golf Association's new ball-.07 oz. lighter, .06 in. bigger- has been official. Golfers who have continued to use the 1.62-oz. 1.62-in. "old" ball have been using a tool of the game as illegitimate now as the sand-wedge or the deep-scored rib-faced iron. But many a player has so continued, waiting for tournament golfers, who had to use the new ball, to give some indication of whether it really took distance off shots, was harder to control. Last week the Professional Golfers Association published a tabulation...
...accurate account of this curious creature which makes its home, year in and out, in deep water. In the spring of each year, however, the female turtle comes ashore to lay her eggs. Along the lonely southern beaches, she crawls above tide reach, scoops a deep hole in the sand with her flippers, and lays her ten dozen or more eggs. Finally, she covers them with sand, obliterating all traces of the nest, and drags herself back to the sea. Six to eight weeks later the eggs hatch under the warm sand. The baby turtles dig their way out into...
...have a child - that's a necessary part of experience. I'll write stories, novels, poetry. There'll be a salon like Mme Sévigné's. ... I want the sensitivity and understanding of Katherine Mansfield and the penetration of George Sand. ... I want to live to be a smart old witch who rules with an iron sceptre. . . . But one thing is sure, anyhow. I'll never be crying my heart out over a guy that loves and leaves me. After this 'blues' business, I'm positively immune to such silliness...