Word: skies
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Caillaux, Bertaux and Deleassé, though they dominated the Monis Cabinet, were deadlocked among themselves as to which should succeed that weakling as Premier. An airplane tumbled out of the sky, injuring Monis, decapitating Bertaux. Caillaux became Premier...
...then went on to "scotch the lie" that the U. S. is becoming a greedy materialist instead of the idealist who entered the war. He finished by quoting Byron: Here's a sigh to those who love me And a smile to those who hate; And whatever sky's above me Here's a heart for every fate...
...Charles G. Abbott of the National Geographic Society, after studying sites in the Sahara, Egypt, the Sinai Peninsula and Baluchistan, last year discovered an ideal spot for the Institution's first sun station in the Eastern Hemisphere. For three years Mr. Hoover will live, beneath a cloudless, dustless sky, in the Brukkaros crater, with a 60-ft. precipice for his doorstep and only Hottentots for neighbors. He will take daily readings from a bolometer capable of registering to a millionth of a degree the sun's radiation. His daily telegrams to Washington will be studied by long-range...
...spring countryside, watch the housewives of London spread their laundered sheets, smaller than a doll's handkerchiefs, to dry on the grass. The housewives rarely glance at the aviators. Why should they bother? Yet last week a housewife looked at her sheets and then at the sky and telephoned McCook Field. Then the voice of another matron harangued one of the ground pilots; others followed. Each had much the same complaint to make; the planes were, or rather they had-well, just let someone come down-and look at her sheets...
...bearded Italian pushed his way through the dingy swinging doors of the Metropolitan Opera House stage entrance last week, sniffed the warm Manhattan air, lifted his face to the warm blue sky pierced by a hundred workaday buildings, decided it was time to go home. Whereupon came announcement after announcement, for the bearded one was no mere singer leaving for a European holiday. He was Giulio Gatti-Casazza, impresario, in the hollow of whose mighty hand nestles the fate of scores of such little folk as singers...