Word: bows
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...concert by Harold Bauer (who played the violin for the first ten years of his career before becoming a pianist). Shaw on Patti: There has not yet been witnessed a dramatic situation so tragic that Madame Patti would not get up in the middle of it to bow and smile if somebody accidentally sprung his opera hat. She is simply a marvelous Christy Minstrel, and when you have heard her sing Within a Mile in the Albert Hall, so perfectly that not a syllable or whisper of it is lost, you have heard the best...
...Love was so engrossed with his instruction of several green oars near the bow that he failed to notice the fast-approaching obstruction until it was too late. The crash resulted in a long gash torn in the starboard side, and the ship settled rapidly...
Then he saw the sea outside Gloucester. Somebody had said something to the gods of wind and wave; they were in a fury. Salt spray was lashing over the deck, the bow dug through green water as it plowed along undecided whether to be a boat or a submarine. One sail had blown to shreds and he struggled to get up a trisail, a little handkerchief of a sail, in its stead. The din of the wind and the water dulled his hearing. Then he saw the wind and waves and water receding as be sneaked into Boston harbor...
...press reception, smooth-faced Dr. Otto Dietrich, Nazi press chief, denounced freedom of the press in democracies as "a mask behind which . . . vultures hide their faces." U. S. correspondents smothered chuckles when the serious doctor declared that the duty of a New York journalist is to "tell lies and bow down in the temple of Mammon." Next day the U. S. correspondents facetiously organized the "Most Noble Order of Journalistic Vultures." Members, headed by a First Beak, will salute each other by placing thumbs behind their ears, flapping their fingers, emitting a throaty croak...
Last week this new, shorter Northwest Passage's navigability was dramatically demonstrated as Hudson Bay Company's Eastern Arctic Patrol Nascopie sounded her way through Bellot Strait. Snow shrouded the Arctic dusk as head on through the haze came the bow of another ship. Nascopie's Captain Thomas Smellie's incredulous hail got a booming reply from veteran Arctic Trader Patsy Klingenberg, from the deck of the Schooner Aklavik, eastbound to Baffin Island, and astonished Eskimo cheers from both crews echoed through the rock-bound channel. That night captains of both vessels described from their anchorages...