Word: stops
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...station WEVD, an unidentified young woman, passing as a reporter, slipped into the studio. Edging up to the speaker, she hurled a handful of pepper into Mr. Hays's face (see cut, p. 20). "You lie, goddam you," she shouted into the microphone and fled before anyone could stop...
...Barbados, the first stop, his rhapsody over scarlet poinsettias brought a hysterically savage execration from an Englishwoman returning to exile in Colombia. Before long, tropical colors had the same psychopathic effect on Farson as well. The South American neuroses of other foreigners were as bad or worse. The rare visitor able to cope with South American life seemed to Farson an even stranger specimen. In the Canal Zone he was dejected by the surfeit of night life, in other Latin-American cities by the lack of it. The natives were too rich or too poor. He alternately froze, sweat unmercifully...
...intelligently cautions, and yet daring within the safeguards of common sense, he loyally and effectively advanced Pan Air's safety record and the general progress of aviation. Fortunately there are other like him who will continue the fine tradition which he established, so that his untimely death will not stop America's forward advances in safe flying...
...burst into the room after an exhilarating dash from Widener, where the books he wanted seemed to mean nothing to the catalogue cards but "Soc Lib," and coasted to a stop in front of an expensive window. As far as the eye could see, the panorama spelled knowledge. "Ah, at home with the Gods of Wisdom." he sighed as the gazed from one end to the other of the second floor of President Conant's house...
...knows he could perhaps move his head and body out of the way by a frantic effort. But he also knows he is certain to lose a stray arm or leg under that inhuman pressure. Somehow it doesn't seem worth the trouble to him. Maybe it will stop. Maybe it will go away or melt like a fog. Anyhow, why die by inches? Why this flurry of self-preservation at such a cost? No, 'tis better to die there calmly--to be run over in one quick piece--with quiet dignity to undergo the roller and come...