Word: slid
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Essie Goodman, Negro maid in a smallish Manhattan hotel, at two o'clock in the afternoon, tiptoed into a room, followed by the manager and a policeman. The room was in some disorder. Photographs were littered across the bed; a few had slid down to the floor. A picture of a girl was propped up on a chair near the window and in the corner three theatrical costumes were heaped on top of a trunk. A man was kneeling by the bed, .his hands stiffly and desperately twisted together, his head pushed down against his arms...
...Cricklewood Airdrome (near London) a plane slid lazily along the air, slower, stalling; the lazy tail began to drop. Such weary antics precede the tail spin, horrible whirl to death of many an aviator, among the heaviest hazards of aviation. Spectators thrilled. But the plane above Cricklewood did not spin. Instead it hung in the air under perfect lateral control, nosed down a trifle, regained flying speed...
...swordlike blast, whistling 90 miles per hour, laid waste six thickly populated square miles. School roofs flew. A home for crippled children and a whole street of modest dwellings were laid open like dolls' houses, the walls being sucked off outwards by the tornadic vacuum. Steeples crashed, autos slid, trees swept by, scantlings whizzed, people who failed to lie prone were knocked so and dragged along...
Last week Charles Augustus Lindbergh again visited Dayton, this time on the course of his U. S. tour to stir aviation interest. Early one afternoon the Spirit of St. Louis whirled, drifted, slid down out of a blue sky, landed on McCook Field. The field was almost literally deserted. So, after a brief conversation with officials, Colonel Lindbergh sailed up in the air once more, reappeared one hour later at the time scheduled for his arrival. Seven thousand citizens, shrilling and cheering, heard Colonel Lindbergh gravely remark on Dayton as an aviation centre...
...tall black perpendicular shadow moved out of the murk of a cloudy night last week in Brooklyn, into a glaring arena, a boxing ring. Soon it slid back into the murk, horizontally. It, the shadow, was the ghost of the reputation as a heavyweight fighter of Harry Wills, onetime Negro stevedore, now an affluent Negro bank depositor. The horizontal departure of Mr. Wills's shadow was effected by a grotesque human with thicket eyebrows, a blasted mouth and arms and legs like bent ingots-Paolino Uzcudun, woodchopper from the Basque country (southwest France). M. Uzcudun, not bothering to protect...