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...mile-per-hour potentialities of the new, low streamliners have done us here? In this long stretch of uninhabited desert with no water, gas or oil for 135 miles, how much of a handicap would have been ours in one of the 1935 model automobiles, whose low-slung bodies, according to one advertisement, "make entrance and exit very easy because the running board is brought in close proximity to the curb...
Explanation of this pioneering boomlet : Every S. S. is guaranteed to do between 85 and 90 m. p. h., between 20 and 25 miles per gallon, comes equipped with extremely low-slung English four-seater bodies having slide-open "sunshine roofs," cocktail trays opening behind the front seat and other Mayfair niceties. Finally an S. S. has won the premier award at every Concours d'Elégance Automobile held for the past four years in Cannes, Deauville and Biarritz...
...Southern football tackle and basketball player, Jack Torrance is a "natural" athletic prodigy. At the Southern A. A. U. meet last year he picked up the 56-lb. weight, asked the meet director how to throw the thing, stepped into the circle and slung it 32 ft., a meet record, his first try. Prophetically said Leo Sexton, U. S. Olympic shot putter: "Wait until he learns how to put that ball. As soon as he gets the knack of letting the shot go, he'll break every record in the book...
...grimy little cottages of Clydebank, Scotland there was bunting last week. Policemen on the corners smiled right round the chin straps of their helmets. Down the cobbled street came the sharp squeal of bagpipes. Four hundred workmen, their tool bags slung over their shoulders, tramped behind the pipers and gaily sang "The Cunarder's restarting!" to the tune of "The Campbells are Coming." Through the gates of the John Brown Shipyard they went, and other workmen, busy on the 8,000-ton motorship for the New Zealand trade and several other ships, cheered them as they passed...
...grey sky found Lieut. Howard M. McCoy piloting an observation plane with 211 Ib. of mail in her belly from Newark to Cleveland. Suddenly something went wrong with the lubrication. The motor burned out and Lieut. McCoy was forced down into a cow pasture at Dishtown, Pa. He slung the 211 Ib. of mail on his back, slogged two miles through the snow into Woodland, where he handed his mail over to the postmistress to be forwarded by train...