Word: sky
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...pungent fog. Economists did not mind the smell. In an effort to reduce Brazil's enormous stocks of coffee, a mountain of 530,000 bags of low grade coffee was piled up, soaked with oil and set alight. All day long the coffee volcano roared into the sky, darkened the heavens with the smell of a billion spoiled breakfasts...
...best of navigators is impotent with neither sky nor horizon to work with, and that was the Winnie Mae's situation halfway across the Atlantic. "I don't think we can honestly say we were lost," Post said later, "but we just didn't know where we were" when they found themselves over land next morning. They spotted an airport, landed, asked: "Is this England, Scotland or Wales?"* It was Sealand Airdrome near Chester, England, 16 hr. 17 min. from Harbor Grace...
...warming glance that strove to light up the gray face of a spent civilization. . . . When the old Roman Empire passed away, the gleam remained, evoking a face of its own, the Roman Catholic Church. . . . For many years it shone like the morning sun struggling to break through a lowered sky. But then the face began to harden. . . . The features stood out in grotesque distortion, the mouth very wide from shrieking anathemas, the nose long and sharp to detect heresies; and the skin was covered with the scabs of corruption...
Sooner or later it was inevitable that, as autogiros came into common use, there should be crackups. Some day, no doubt, one of those accidents will cause death. The safety features which insure the 'giro against tumbling plummet-like from the sky are not supposed to be proof against every fault of piloting. Builders of the ship may well have wondered in idle moments, How serious will be the first accident to ''crash'' U. S. headlines? Who will be the pilot? A foolish stunt flyer descending into a busy street? A drunken playboy flying into the side of a skyscraper...
...tenors in glee clubs, bathrooms and social club quartets imagine to be theirs. When singing he stands still, raises his arms rarely in his single gesture, lifts his round face to the ceiling so that it looks not unlike that Moon?Wabash, June or Carolina?which shines in the sky like a yellow coin for all ambitious troubadours...