Word: straightaways
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...shocked cry went up from the crowd as the leaders roared to the end of a straightaway and into a graveled S curve at a 100-m.p.h. clip. One of the cars just ahead of Goldschmidt, a red Ferrari driven by Veteran Racer Sam Collier,* suddenly spun out of control, whipped halfway through the curve, plunged down a 6-ft. embankment, spun end over end three times. Driver Collier was flung free but died an hour and 20 minutes later of a crushed chest and head injuries...
...length from Star's Pride. The second heat, an hour later, started out like the first. Lusty Song had the lead at the quarter-mile mark, held it under Miller's pace-setting drive until the field rounded into the homestretch, a three-sixteenths-of-a-mile straightaway. Then Star's Pride made a bid from two lengths back, drew almost even. Miller took to the whip, and Lusty Song won by a scant neck...
When Stanley Sayres drove his platter-like hydroplane Slo-Mo-Shun IV to a world record over a mile straightaway earlier this month (TIME, July 10), veteran motorboatmen were dazzled by the 160 m.p.h. speed, but they took a restrained view of what the delicate Duralumin craft might do in racing competition. Over the bending Detroit River course of the Gold Cup race last week, Slo-Mo-Shun IV proved she was all right at that...
...Worth of Housing for Every Dollar Spent," was contained in a pamphlet published by Lustron to promote its prefabricated houses. McCarthy had turned the results of his committee work and a 30,000-mile committee junket through the U.S. into a neat profit. The article was a straightaway description of federal housing legislation -the kind of article Lustron probably could have got free or at least dirt cheap from any Government housing...
...mostly fulfills its modest melo dramatic intentions. Its climax, an auto mobile chase near the Manhattan water front and in the deserted financial district on a Sunday morning, is sharpened by exciting location shots from high overhead showing the cars darting through narrow skyscraper canyons. Sidney Boehm's straightaway script, if somewhat patly plotted, contains some authentic-sounding police talk. There are also solid minor per formances by Paul Kelly as a captain of detectives, James Craig as a thug and Jean Hagen as a Greenwich Village night club floozy...