Word: slow
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...snippy editorial one day last week, the Chicago Tribune complained that the New York Central's Twentieth Century and the Pennsylvania's Broadway Limited were too slow, demanded "overnight service of 15 hours" between New York and Chicago. Next day, by a coincidence, the New York Central and the Pennsylvania joined in announcing that on Sept. 29 they would cut the schedule of their two crack trains from 17 hours to a new record...
Stothard of Cambridge won a very slow mile from Jack Scheu in 4:26.4, the Crimson captain making a desperate bid on the last lap but failing to overtake the fleet Briton. Koith Brown, lanky aerial artist from New Haven, set a new meet record in the pole vault when he cleared the high stands at 14 feet...
...crowd was stunned to see a thick black plume of smoke belch from his Hornet motor as an oil-line clogged. Out of the race dropped Favorite Turner, managing to land safely in his oil-spattered racer. Into the lead went steady Mister Mulligan to win in the slow time of 220.1 m.p.h. on the first occasion that one plane had ever captured both Bendix and Thompson Races. Watching the big white plane whiz past, unhappy Colonel Turner consoled himself with: "It's always better to get down and walk than win a race when the plane...
...long (380 pages), slow-moving tale, Honey in the Horn is distinguished for its easy humor, for its wealth of authentic local color wrapped around a slight and artificial plot. Clay Calvert, Oregon orphan, was herding sheep for Uncle Preston Shiveley when Wade Shiveley, one of Uncle Preston's worthless sons, was jailed for having murdered and robbed a gambler. Uncle Preston did not want to be bothered any longer with an offspring who had caused him only misery, persuaded Clay to slip Wade a defective pistol, on the assumption that Wade would try to escape with...
...Slow in awakening to his surroundings and to the reality of his confinement, Patient Seabrook's first reaction was that everything was wrong. He had wanted a nice, quiet, secluded cell where he would not be able to get his hands on a bottle of whiskey. He found himself in a modern hospital resembling an expensive hotel, where he was compelled to meet and talk with other patients, and where he slept in "a wide-open show window, an illuminated dog kennel." The medical attention was so close that, as he objected profanely, "people come walking...