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...overloaded train jolted upon a poorly fastened rail, there came a rending crash. A car teetered sickeningly, fell to the bottom of the river. Two other cars slithered and hung pendent from the cliff?below them a 190-foot clear drop...
...cleared the bar at 11 ft., 11 ft. 6 in., 12 ft., 12 ft. 6 in., and it had been announced that he would try for a super-world's record of 13 ft. 6 in. He took one stride, two strides on the runway, then came a splintering crash, he lurched sideways, went sprawling into the landing pit. A board had broken under his foot. He arose, limped to a bench. A masseur got to work on his ankle, a carpenter repaired the runway. In a moment he was in front of the crowd again, pole in hand...
...told that the automobile of M. Le Maréchal had crashed into a motor driven by Mlle. Godart, the daughter of M. Justin Godart, Minister of Labor and Health in the last Herriot Cabinet (TIME, June 23, 1924). He told that the scene of the crash was the broad Champs-Elyseées, where motor cars have perhaps more space in which to avoid one another than anywhere else in Paris. He meticulously read out of his notebook a list of the personal damages sustained from flying glass: Un?The derby hat of Marshal Foch pierced by a sliver. Deux?...
...night one of his comrades, Pilot Charles H. Ames, crashed into an Alleghany mountain (TIME, Oct. 19). The boy helped in the long search for Ames' remains. One night last week the boy, Pilot Art Smith, aged 32, whizzing eastward, got two miles out of his course crossing Ohio. Near Montpelier there grew a tree. How, why, one cannot say, a committee of the Service is investigating, but the tree was invisible to him. Night echoed a rending crash, flames leapt out of the wreckage. Pilot Art Smith of the Air Mail was no more, the second...
...Cabin was hurrying. Other cars were hurrying likewise. One was a handsome limousine, with a banker reclining within; one was a scrap-iron truck, driven by a Negro. It was this truck, passing three automobiles coming toward it, that accidentally rammed one of them. There was a tremendous crash. Five other cars piled into the wreckage before they could stop. Among them were the strolling players, the handsome limousine. Little Eva was badly shaken. The two bloodhounds yelped with pain and rage. The banker emerged from his limousine with blood flowing from a gashed head-Mr. R. B. Mellon, President...