Word: skies
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...with a yell of fury headed northwest toward the U. S. coast line 1,000 miles away. As it skirted south of Bermuda it kicked up enormous seas, sent Bermudians scurrying to cover, kept three large liners from putting in at Hamilton. As it thundered along under a black sky, it built up fresh strength from its own incessant whirling...
Citizens of San Gabriel, Calif., looking up one day last week, saw a figure drop over the edge of a plane in the sky, a parachute blossom out. The wild plane flew on until it was over the city, dived steeply, then leveled out at 1,000 ft. and headed for the business district. Rocking and zigzagging, it finally lunged toward the railroad station, veered at the last second and ripped into a line of telegraph wires, flopped over, fell into the backyard of an empty house. A sigh of relief breathed through San Gabriel. A minute later Pilot Morrie...
...thick. Mrs. Rufus Cutler Dawes, wife of the president of the Fair, dashed a bottle of liquid air on the gondola, christened it Century of Progress. Colors were piped. Bands blared "Anchors Aweigh." Commander Settle climbed into the gondola, waved, sealed himself in, and was off into the moonlit sky. Searchlights fingered the balloon as it floated up and westward over the Loop. After ten minutes it ceased to rise. Then it began to fall. Down, down it came, skimming the sheds in the Burlington & Quincy Railroad yards at 14th & Canal Streets. Plunk!-it landed on the tracks, barely missing...
...Haven never should have been, Ten thousand Babbitts must live in Stamford. When the eastern sky is saffron, and the west is a slate blue, New York yawns, Banana vendors in Second Avenue push their carts through streets littered with humanity's debris, as Park Avenue tumbles into scented beds. Tugs hoot in the harbor, trains leave, planes arrive, the subway roars and the never ending round feverishly swings toward the stupid frenzied pitch of noon...
Storm clouds scudded low against a livid sky. In the grayness of a November twilight, a long road of sun-bleached pebbles stretched startlingly white across the barren mountain top toward a desolated ledge. The dwarfed branches of scrub oaks rattled against each other in the cold wind, but the two figures progressing toward the ledge had no heed for the night or the wind...