Word: thunderheads
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Suddenly the awful yellow of the caution lights flared around the track. Drivers slowed down, forbidden to pass each other until the danger was past. Black fumes, more ominous than any thunderhead, eased upward over the backstretch. The racket of racing engines sounded loud against the tense and quiet crowd. Reason for the yellow lights: a four-car pile-up that had jammed the track ahead of Wild Bill Vukovich. All the luck in the world was not enough to bypass disaster. Vuky never had a chance. His Hopkins Special plowed into the tangled wreckage at 150 m.p.h., bounced into...
Thousands of Pennsylvania families still vote Republican as Georgians vote Democratic and for much the same reason: Gettysburg has not been completely forgotten. Even some of John L. Lewis' miners in the anthracite regions go Republican-they have never recovered from the Depression, still live under a black thunderhead of poverty and unemployment, react bitterly to high prices and the Democratic cry "Don't let them take it away...
...Force plane took off from Clark Field last week with a group of newsmen. From a distance, the flyers could spot a towering column of smoke and steam that cut through the haze like a high-piled thunderhead. Closer in, they dropped down to observe green acres of ocean that were boiling and rolling. In the center of that vast caldron, breaking 250 feet above the surface, the crater of a new volcano could be seen belching clouds of gas and great black boulders...
...Adam Wyngate is the story of Pastor Wyngate's collapse, and a social novel of changing moral skies in turn-of-the-century America. For Mary O'Hara, author of such western idyls as My Friend Flicka and Thunderhead, it represents an ambitious departure; but she writes of a time and place she knows, since Novelist O'Hara grew up on Brooklyn Heights...
Spiraling in the violent updrafts of the thunderhead, his ship was quickly smothered in grey, impenetrable fog. Rain lashed at the canopy. The outside air temperature dropped. Comte continued to circle, nose down, while his plane climbed faster and faster-like a man moving upstairs while strolling slowly downward on a racing escalator. At 11,000 ft. the rain turned to hail that tore noisily at the wings. The airspeed indicator froze, and the rate-of-climb indicator stuck at 5 ft. per second. The needle of the glider's sealed barograph reached its limit...