Word: bos
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...largest U. S. life company, lost President Walton Lee Crocker last January, elected its gen eral counsel, Guy Wilbur Cox, to succeed him. President Cox is a member of a no table family. Brother Channing Harris Cox was a Republican Governor of Massachusetts from 1921 to 1924, now heads Bos ton's famed Old Colony Trust Co. Brother Louis Sherburne Cox sits on the Massachusetts Superior Bench. Brother Walter Randall Cox lives in Goshen, N. Y., is the most famed trainer of trotting horses in the U. S. In one Hambletonian, Goshen trotting classic, four Cox horses...
...profitable U. S. contracts, long on overhead, Price Bros. defaulted interest payments on its bonds in 1932. Promptly mustered was a bondholders' protective committee chairmanned by Boston's W. (for Willard) Eugene McGregor, who had been with Harris, Forbes & Co. when that banking house marketed the Price Bos. bonds to the public. Last week Banker McGregor earned the rare distinction of having protected his bondholders so well that they will get 100? on the dollar and back interest to boot...
...summer cruise will take us to the Azores, Madeira, Tenerife, Cadiz and Tangier", he began. "At Tangier, most of my summer crew will leave the ship to return to college. Then, with five hands besides the cook, the bos'n and myself, we will start for San Francisco by way of Rio, the Horn and Valparaiso. The voyage should occupy about four and one-half months, and will quite possibly be the last westward passage around Cape Horn under sail...
...little upset" last year at the prospect of being so intimate with the heastie, but this year's neighbors seem to take it in good part although the plot may thicken if Barnard's enterprising snake-fancier his wish to add an eight-feet pine snake and a bos-constrictor to his little family...
Foamy bones in their fresh grey teeth, 90 U. S. men-o'-war rolled out of the sunswept Gulf of Gonaives last week, skirted the heat-hazy shores of Haiti, furrowed their way up toward the Atlantic Coast. Far out in the empty sea, bos'ns' whistles suddenly piped all hands to the rails. Drums ruffled, trumpets flourished and while junior officers manned bridges with stadimeters to keep the vast armada precisely in line, bands crashed out the national anthem. Twenty-one times gunners tripped the breech blocks of the 6-pounders. These lonely pomps were...