Word: streamingly
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...instructors. Courses were so compressed that instructors had little leeway to make up flying time lost because of bad weather, to nurse along slower students. Essential ground-school instruction had to be abbreviated. Veteran fliers blanched when they saw the hourly, crowded "rat race" at Randolph -the close-packed stream of trainers, gliding in to land and take on fresh cadets and instructors...
...twelve scenes started toward straight satire but most of them wound up utterly cuckoo. When Savo performed a drunken surgical operation, his patient's insides yielded a number of colored balloons, a string of sausages, and finally a Punch & Judy show. As a washerwoman by a stream, he was interrupted, for no ascertainable reason, by the passing - of an invisible fox hunt, but returned to the amorous contemplation of a union suit. Time & again he was a citizen of a never-never land as fantastical as that inhabited by Krazy...
...first attempts a description of the separated inseparable, of happiness out of its context and synthesized in an isolated form in the same manner as existence in a moment might be isolated from the stream of day by day. The second, in spite of its title is not about a person, but about a person, two people, as they represent an idea: the struggle of the imaginary and the real. This is dealt with at length by John Finch in the same magazine--his second paragraph to be exact. Finally, the third poem deals with reflections and meditations...
...able to live. All Alaskans know that. Sourdough Robertson knew it. The bulging sun, which had popped up over the south horizon for a few hours, slid down again. Night came on. In the distance trotted black shadows-wolves. The oldtimer decided to camp beside a little stream. Something went wrong. He couldn't light a fire. Perhaps his old hands numbed too quickly when he jerked them out of the mittens to strike matches; stayed numb no matter how he pounded them together. Perhaps his little sticks were wet. But his fire would not start. That, quite simply...
Chechakho London would have approved of Sourdough Robertson, who knew he must die, but begrudged his body to the wolves. A searching party found the oldtimer last week. He had deliberately lain down in the stream, let the freezing water trickle over him as he settled down to sleep. The tracks of baffled wolves were all around, but the body of Sourdough Robertson was encased peacefully...