Word: turn
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...cockpit radio, however, Kennedy control was explaining that there were serious traffic delays (because of the tower workers' slowdown). Pilot Egorov also was told that his flight could be given priority for an almost immediate landing. He politely declined, radioing that "Aeroflot Zero Three will go in turn like the rest." In that case, said control, our plane's turn would come in two hours...
...waited an hour and 35 minutes while Egorov made precise turns in the bright sky until finally somehow, some way, somebody down there mercifully did something to get us out of the jam. Landing orders crackled over the radio. Heaving at the controls-Soviet planes have no power boost-Egorov swung out of the holding pattern, popped his dive brakes, flattened out and bored straight for J.F.K. We flat-hatted over Long Island, made a sharp turn to a little-used runway and touched down at about 220 m.p.h.-much faster than the Boeing 707's 175-m.p.h. landing...
Beinecke, who spent his first summer on Nantucket at the age of two, expects his commercial interests to turn a profit eventually-but money is not his main motive. He plans to turn his commercial holdings over to a foundation that will spend at least half the income restoring and maintaining historic buildings. Along with other off-islanders, he has also bought up undeveloped land for conservation. Basically, he explains, he is trying to preserve the island as it used...
Kipling's instructions are clear enough: ;'If you can make one heap of all your winnings;/ And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,/ And lose, and start again at your beginnings . . ." Moreton Frewen, Winston Churchill's scapegrace uncle, could do all of this and did, time after time, with astonishingly consistent results. He kept on losing...
...island. For example, a massive black cube sculpture rests on a tiny traffic island at the juncture of Fourth Avenue and Astor Place, where Manhattan's Bowery slum, hippieland, an industrial zone and a growing clump of theatres all converge. No one, from hippie to day laborer, fails to turn his head as he walks by, an some stop to stare. The work has become an image in my mind which is always positively associated with the area. This one sculpture gave the Astor Place neighborhood a coherent image which symbolize and summerizes its disparate parts...