Word: thunderings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...made no errors, against the Boston Red Sox, in Washington, 5 to o. C. St. Brideaux, three-year-old race horse owned by Mrs. Payne Whitney: the Saratoga Handicap, feature at the opening of the Saratoga Springs, N. Y., race meeting. Two days prior, a violent wind, rain and thunder storm had carried away the roofs of two stables, part of the roof of Saratoga's Grand Union Hotel, felled hundreds of trees one of which came down on an auto belonging to George H. Bull, president of the Saratoga Association. ¶Temperamental, towheaded George Martin Lott...
...game series. The second game, at Baltimore, won by Canada, 1 to 0, was interrupted by a fist fight between a St. John's defense man and an All-Star forward, in which both teams and 200 spectators participated. Police restored order. Later, a violent thunder storm drenched field, players, 8,000 spectators...
Much of the excitement which Producer Frissell felt about seal-hunting survives in his picture (he was going to call it White Thunder) and saves it both from the apathy of newsreels and from the pretentiousness of most commercialized films intended to be exotic. Best shot in The Viking is an iceberg with waves breaking against it. Producer Frissell wanted also to make a shot of an iceberg turning over and had gone back to Labrador to try to get one when the Viking blew up. Before The Viking's Manhattan premiere last week, Dr. and Mrs. Lewis Fox Frissell...
...holder of the world's record, cast loose from a towing airplane over Calais, tussled with headwinds for two hours, landed at Dover. His return flight to Calais was in darkness, took only 20 min. Pilot Kronfeld won the Daily Mail's prize. But much of the newspaper's thunder had been stolen day before when one Lissaut Beardmon.-. Canadian opera singer, made a one-way channel flight with the secret backing of the rival Daily Express...
...little group sat down before one of the young medics began mouthing pendantically about his sacra lillac joint. In his usual gallant way the Vag abond played the game. "I find that front bites better with a Dowaglac." O God, O Montreal what had he done? Laughter, like summer thunder beneath distant horizons, shook the clapboards. Sacro-illiac was a part of anatomy. From that opening salvo it was as impossible to turn the conversation into familiar channels as to stem the full tide. Those boys so normal in college days, who had hung on the Vagabond's every word...