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...plane left the ship. Again, this year, he jumped after the wings came off the fuselage in which he was seated. Last week F. Trubee Davison, Assistant Secretary of War in charge of Aviation (TIME, July 12) saw Pilot Barksdale's plane go into a tail spin at 2,000 ft.; saw him jump, open his 'chute; saw the silken shrouds foul in the struts; saw the "pilot with a charmed life" dashed crazily into the ground...
...morning, the University, the seconds, and the Freshman rowed together down to the submarine base, taking it easy all the way, down and back. The stroke was kept low. In the afternoon, the University and Freshman crews took a slow three-and-a-half mile spin downstream. On the way back, both eights were occasionally given hard two-minute stretches by Coach Haines, but nothing in the nature of a time trial occurred. Before the week is out, however, there is apt to be another race against time if Coach Haines original plan for the week is to be carried...
That is the point of the whole thing. Any playwright who must get his laughs from a revolver explosion, a smear of lipstick on the temple, and a fall on a couch that looks like a juggler getting ready to spin a barrel on his feet is no safe playmate for even the best stockcompany. It is to be supposed that at least two happy couples were united before the play closed: thereof the chronicler telleth not. In fact, he is thinking of writing a book called "Third Acts, by one who has never been there...
...novel writing as anything but an exuberant indulgence with, one also hopes, some lucrative return. There is nothing in this or in his first prose extravaganza, Sard Harker, to show that the Sage of Boar's Hill knows anything about novels except to start a tale and then spin away for all he is worth, and the devil take the hindermost reader. His new title stands for One Damn Thing After Another...
...with roaring cylinders, but could not rise from the clinging snowfield. Overhead there was perfect flying weather, bright and clear. Eielson ripped the throttle wide open. The Alaskan roared forward, kicking up a small blizzard, and at last crept clear and aloft?only, when she landed after a brisk spin, to crash into a buried wire fence at the end of the field, smashing her propeller, landing gear and fuselage. No Pole flight for her for many weeks...