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...Newfoundland. Several reputable citizens of Harbor Grace, Newfoundland, swore that they saw (others heard) a plane in the air at about the hour that the White Bird was due. But a thorough combing of land and sea in this district had not yet revealed even so much as a strut of the White Bird...
...able a repertory ensemble as may be found in this country-under Director Frederic McConnell. It has paid its own way from a small stagecraft shop in a small, abandoned church, where bankers and butchers, housewives and schoolteachers, came of an evening to sew costumes, paint scenery or strut the boards, to a resident repertory company in which there is still work for all comers but big roles only for the very, very proficient amateur, be she pretty co-ed from Western Reserve University or temperamental coal baroness. It is still a non-profit-making community theatre, but with increased...
...smile with which "Dear Brutus" had once captured gay New York--and then--"But, my dear, you know, I was acting away for all I was worth when I looked around and the curtain had come down. One can not always "strut his hour" not on a Boston stage." The severest critic retreated...
...inspecting one last time. He had worked on this ship, the S-35, ever since her designs were first unfolded in the Sikorsky shops. Out over the ocean it would be his task, not only to help Clavier with the radio, but to watch every cam and strut aboard. That they would flawlessly function he was certain, but he did eye for a moment the special "dolly" (wheeled landing gear) which had been added to help the S-35 leave earth, and which the pilots, once aloft, planned to drop away as excess weight...
Then, suddenly, nine hours had passed like a distorted dream, and the wind-god raged moaning up the northeast coast toward Pensacola. No more would sport coats and plumed hats" stroll at Hialea Race track. It was gone. No more would dandies strut and women preen in Carl Fisher's fashionable Flamingo Hotel. It was wrecked. Five hundred bodies soaked in the streets, some wretchedly askew under logs, others stretched out peacefully by the Chamber of Commerce. Where had been one mammoth mansion sat a lone bathtub. And ghouls peered about, tampered with corpses...