Word: silver
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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This month that saltiest monarch, beloved King George, who swears unprintable quarter-deck oaths exclusively, has been working up through the Royal Air Force and the Army to the final and greatest pageant of his Silver Jubilee year, the naval review last week at Spithead, off Portsmouth. "Fly Past/- Three brand new Baby Rolls-Royces were at His Majesty's disposal when he went down to Mildenhall, Suffolk, to view some $5,000,000 worth of fighting aircraft which had nearly burned up in a huge grass fire night before. Stepping into an apple-green Baby Rolls, and wearing...
...Last week sturdy Squire Baldwin, whose hobby is breeding prize pigs, was the only prominent member of His Majesty's Government who did not take time out to attend the Spithead sea pageant. Cousin Kipling, on the other hand, had been so fired by the prospect of this Silver Jubilee Naval Review that he had been grinding away for weeks in an effort to repeat the success of his Recessional, written for Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee. Last week 69-year-old Mr. Kipling released his poem free of copyright to anyone who would print it in full...
...Hales Trophy is three and a half feet of solid silver, onyx and gilt, showing Victory, Neptune and Amphitrite upholding a globe and topped by a figure called Speed urging a liner into the face of a figure called The Force of the Atlantic. Roundabout were memorials to past record-holders and at the base was Harold Hales's name...
Amid dense fog 50 miles off Victoria, B. C., the liner Niagara carrying wavy-haired Premier Joseph Aloysius ("Honest Joe") Lyons & wife home from King George's Silver Jubilee was in head-on collision last week with another British ship, the freighter King Egbert...
Early one morning last week in her native Brooklyn Miss Ingalls' new Wasp-powered Lockheed Orion Auto da Fe (Act of Faith) was trundled out of a hangar for a non-stop flight to California. Standing beside the gleaming black-&-silver monoplane, Miss Ingalls' dander rose when a bystander said something about a possible funeral. ''You be quiet!" she snapped, blue eyes blazing. Tiny (5 ft. 1 in.) Miss Ingalls next became angry over an airport ruling that she had to use an unfamiliar runway. Finally she took off, headed west, reached Burbank...