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Unlike the race of 1931, in which a British yachtsman was swept overboard and drowned, last week's ended without a catastrophe. Lloyd's agents, looking out from the Lizard (headland at the tip of Cornwall) for the yachts on their return voyage first sighted the Flame, a British cutter owned and designed by Charles E. Nicholson, who built Sir Thomas Lipton's last two Shamrocks. Two days later, the Flame blew into Cowes at dawn under a trysail because her mainsail had been ripped the day before. In an ocean race-where time allowances based...
...from his own specifications in 1930, both of them have spent almost as much time on the water as at work. Consequently the Dorade, smallest of the fleet of well-known ocean-going yachts, has functioned so efficiently that last week's statement by the skipper of the Flame amounts almost to a rule of ocean sailing. In 1931 the Stephens brothers won the Newport-to-Plymouth trans-atlantic race in 17 days, then won the biannual Fastnet race for the first time. Last year Dorade was first in her class in the New London-to-Bermuda run. This...
General Kundt sent tanks and flame throwers clattering into the Paraguayan shambles. As Bolivian troops poured in. thousands of little brown men fought back & forth in furious hand-to-hand combat. The sun went down and the moon came up. Two outlying Paraguayan forts were raked by merciless Bolivian machine gun fire. Paraguayans, famed as South America's fiercest fighters with bayonet and machete, rallied under the leadership of White Russian commanders, a stiff match for Bolivia's German officers under General Kundt. Soon in the jungle grass 2,000 men lay dead. Above & below Fort Nanawa...
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...that instant there was a deafening explosion. The roof and walls of the celluloid factory burst open in a cloud of fire. A hail of bricks pelted the street. Long streamers of flame whipped out of the shattered roof and flapped at the sky. A shower of burning celluloid, floating down in blazing strips and flakes, fell on the screaming mob of men, women and children for a quarter of a mile around. Those who had not been knocked senseless by the impact of the explosion, surged in terror to the river bank, plunged into the water to quench their...