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...tramp steamer cleared, wallowed out into the Gulf of Chili, and steamed the short 100 miles to the Chinese port of Teng-chowfu in Shantung. There Chang landed amidst a rabble army of soldiers who had served him as war lord. All night long they labored, with many a grin, unloading from the tramp steamer rifles, machine guns, light artillery...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CHINA: Bad News | 3/4/1929 | See Source »

...strange men poking around his farm. They tapped the ground and from down below where you bury people, oil flowed out. Jackson's bronzed face wrinkled in astonishment. His neighbors told him he was rich. That made him grin. He continued to live in his shack and tend his garden. In far-off Washington a ledger under his name began to show mounting figures of royalty oil profits...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RACES: An Indian and His Oil | 2/18/1929 | See Source »

...FELLOWS HAVE BOUGHT THEM! Now they turn their great talents to academic trifles in the Lampoon, while the Men That Grind the Athlete grin...

Author: By R. W. P., | Title: THE CRIME | 2/16/1929 | See Source »

...Naphtha Launch City of Over Ten Thousand, in sight of Staten Island, Jan. 10. (Via Ferryboat Irma. Same date) . . . I wish I could tell you something of the spirit that prevails on board. No sacrifice is too great for the boys to make, and they do it with a grin a mile long on their faces, too. Well, perhaps not quite a mile, but an awfully long grin, anyway. Just to show you what I mean, Old Lummy ("Arthur") Welsbach the cook is, at this moment, sticking toothpicks into potatoes to make little men out of them, little men which...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: A Jolly Place | 2/11/1929 | See Source »

Bridge was played, innumerable cigarets were smoked. One motor began spurting oil. Sergeant Roy Hooe pussyfooted along the slim runway leading to the spewing machine, did some windy tinkering. Capt. Ira Eaker, at the joy stick, wore a haggard grin. He headed back toward Los Angeles. The day was sunny, the fog had drifted away. The fourth day, the eighty-seventh hour passed. Had the five flown directly eastward the same distance from their starting point they would have been winging over Europe...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AERONAUTICS: Question Mark | 1/14/1929 | See Source »

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