Word: clouded
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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With the routine efficiency of a precision instrument, Capital Airlines' Flight 410 took off from the Pittsburgh airport and headed east for Washington toward a soupy sea of cloud. It was 5:20 p.m. (E.S.T.). Aboard the DC-4 were 50 people -the crew of three, a baby and its mother, a honeymoon couple, Government and Red Cross officials, businessmen, a schoolgirl on a holiday...
Samuel Jackson Snead had never forgotten his three most horrible minutes of golf, at Philadelphia's swanky Spring Mill course eight years ago. On the final hole, with golf's greatest prize-the U.S. Open -all but won, Sammy swung at the ball. There was a cloud of sand but he had missed the ball; it rolled feebly to the edge of a sand trap. Sammy swung again. The ball plunked to the edge of a trap on the opposite side of the green. To cap his rout, he missed a one-foot putt...
...Honey Cloud was out front from the start last week, the way he had been when he won the big Dixie Handicap in 1940. Honey Cloud was a bargain horse that had cost Whitey $2,500 and had won $81,614 before his legs swelled up and he had to be put out to pasture, Christmas Day, six years...
Through the glasses Whitey watched. Now they were past the half-mile pole, and the old horse was leading by a neck. Breathing heavily, Honey Cloud lumbered across the finish line with one length to spare. Whitey Abel, as surprised as nearly everyone else at Long Island's Aqueduct track, dropped his binoculars in the excitement. But ancient Honey Cloud, winner of the first race he had run in nearly six years, took it calmly. At the great age of 13 (comparable to a human's 45 years), the old horse stepped into the winner's circle...
...black line-squall loomed in the northwest and lightning flared from cloud to cloud as United Airlines Cleveland-bound Flight 521, 44 passengers, four crew, trundled away from the LaGuardia Field ramp on the eve of Memorial Day. As he taxied out to the far side of the field, 38-year-old Captain Benton R. ("Lucky") Baldwin was cleared for takeoff. The control tower gave him his choice of two runways-No. 13 or No. 18.* He picked the shortest, No. 18; it was only 3,533 feet long but it pointed directly into the brisk, 18 m.p.h. south wind...