Word: speeded
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...that the exercise has been removed from the game of the Viking, what remains is little more exciting than a trip on the roller coaster at Revere--the speed, twists, and turns are even less threatening. The only distinguishing feature is the pleasure, If such it be, of exposing all the most valued parts of the anatomy to fracture and contusion, subject to the whim, not of some human opponent, as in the great game of football, but of Newton's three laws. There is a savage pleasure in kicking the opposing tackle in the face, but one can only...
...fashion trades and the sporting goods stored being so firmly intrenched in the coils of the new slippery sport, we may never see the end of it. One can at least be grateful that most skiers retire themselves at the age of 70. Official action is not necessary to speed up the descent. THERSITES...
...House of Commons swiftly returned a "humble address to the King" assuring George VI that it would do as he asked with all speed, but this applies only to the United Kingdom and its Crown colonies. George VI is in each Dominion separately King, and no act of the Mother of Parliaments can settle in London who is to be Regent as far as Ottawa, Canberra, Wellington, Cape Town or Dublin are concerned...
When dark, lanky, impetuous Howard Hughes set a world's landplane speed record of 352 m.p.h. in a plane built by his own company, it became apparent that he had, besides a genius for movies and money, the finest racer in the U. S. (TIME, Sept. 23, 1935). When he set a new transcontinental record of 9 hr., 26 min. in a standard Northrop "Gamma," it became equally apparent that he was a top-notch pilot (TIME, Jan. 27, 1936). Last week, when he got around to combining these two superlatives, the result was precisely what might have been...
...dead reckoning on the crest of a 60-m.p.h. gale. In the four hours it took him to reach the Mississippi somewhere near St. Louis, three events broke the monotony of his 375-m.p.h. speed-two glimpses of land through the clouds, a brief flurry when his mask went askew. Not until he saw the long furrows of the Alleghenies did Flyer Hughes slant down in a long power dive to Newark. There, no one was aware of his coming until the crescendoing whine of his racing engine jerked heads aloft. Like an angry dragonfly, the little ship buzzed across...