Word: swept
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...hockey team swept to its third straight victory by defeating Milton Academy on the preparatory school's rink by a 3 to 0 score yesterday afternoon. The first year six, by shutting out the repeated tries for goals made by the Milton forwards, kept the slate clean of any score against them...
Back and forth they swept, between Los Angeles and San Diego. Every so often the Question Mark took on fuel. This required uncanny air jockeying. Only, 15 feet directly above the Question Mark flew a fuelling plane piloted by Capt. R. G. Hoyt or Lieut. Odas Moon. From this plane dangled a thin rubber hose. While the planes zoomed at 75 miles an hour Lieut. Harry Halverson aboard the Question Mark reached out, grabbed the hose, thrust it into the tanks. Once there was bungling. Gasoline was spilt. Major Carl Spatz, the commander, was burned. Lieut. Elwood Quesada was overcome...
...eligibles. He also took Lieut. Frederick Becker as pilot, Engineer Sutter, Radioman Roe and Newsman Floyd Gibbons. In Liberty's red leather and lacquer cabin Publisher Patterson studied maps and winds while Daughter Alicia snuggled on a chaise-longue reading. . . . They stayed at Havana four days. A "norther" swept across the bay. nearly bumped a bulky launch against the Liberty. The crew watched a jai alai tournament and cock fights. Finally they took off for Santiago de Cuba, stopping en route at Manzanillo to avoid a squall and because Publisher Patterson liked the name. At Santiago they visited Spanish...
This new type of impassioned revival has swept from place to place, from college to college. Princeton, where the first headquarters were set up, was the first to banish all exponents of the new system. Not long afterwards also suffering from a similar agitation, Oxford students issued a loud and trenchant warning against what they believed harmful to the best interests of the University...
Staccato footfalls beat a brisk tattoo through the city room of the New York World, down the long rows of worn old desks. A big, vociferous typhoon with red hair, blue shirt, trim tailored suit, swept with a round-the-world stride through the office, greeted a dozen reporters by their first names and vanished through a far door, leaving a strange quiet 'behind him. Herbert Bayard Swope, Executive Editor of the World and genius of its flying columns for eight years, was leaving...