Word: boated
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Venice was veiled with flags in his honor; people cheered when they spied him on foot or in a boat. Mayor Walker quickly called the gondoliers "wet taxi drivers," the canals, "nature's pavement." On being shown the Doges' Palace, he lighted a cigaret, murmured to Count Pietro Orsi, Podesta of Venice, "Very historical." When he saw the sunset-colored pajamas worn by other guests in his hotel, he reflected, in jocular fashion: "If I dress like everyone else here nobody will know whether I am just getting up or just going to bed. Perhaps I will...
...through the long day they plodded painfully through the water. Favorite after favorite burned up and was pulled into his pilot boat. Michael Hamburg labored miles, indomitably behind the tinkling bell of his pilot boat. He, stone blind, finally gave up. One man was seized with mumps. Edward Keating, winner of the Lake George marathon, was dragged out, cramped. Lee J. Smith, legless swimmer, lost his chance for the prize by rescuing a drowning opponent. Byron Summers, the California "flying fish," swam to the tune of a band in his boat, swam many miles, caught cramps when in second place...
...seizing, singlehanded, the 18-man crew and $500,000 liquor cargo of the S. S. Grey Point, British rum boat, one night last month in New York Harbor, Charles L. Duke, temporary ensign in the U. S. coast guard, was last week commissioned a lieutenant, junior grade, by firm strokes of the presidential...
...Friday they set out, the Mayor in a third-class coach, for Ireland, birthplace of Mr. Walker's father. Their boat-train stopped at the Welsh town of Llanfairpwyllcylghlantsillohogh, which not even the glib Walker tongue could surround. Welcomed in Dublin as a homeboy, the Mayor of New York admitted that his eyes were full of tears; but he retained enough presence of mind to tell reporters that if they asked him about Irish politics he would "throw them out of the window." He sped to the paternal home, Castlecomer; waved at babies and grannies, made a speech...
Clicking smoothly over groomed lawns, globes of lignum vitae or other dark and ponderous fibre, rolled down into India, over the Himalayas, through the hot, level borders of Persia onto the deck of a Spanish boat, over the blue waving turf of the Mediterranean, through Spain to England. Here, half the world away from China, yokels at twilight gathered on a sward, awninged by oak trees, bordered by oak-beamed cottages, breathed hard and bent over to twirl great wooden spheres-bowls, they called them in England...