Word: bremerhaven
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Where are the lissome, patrician blondes of yesteryear? From the piney suburbs of Oslo, the filing cabinets of Bremerhaven and the swimming pools of Stockholm they came. They brought their marimbas, their mothers and snug bathing suits, and they headed for the place where men waited with jeweled crowns, ermine robes, cameras and public-address systems-all to the glory of the cosmetics and bathing-suit industries. They were on their fair-haired way to glory as Miss Universe-or as starlets and models...
...Born in Bremen, Germany just 46 years ago, Ben Schriever came to the U.S. at the age of six, bringing with him a severe earache ("The ocean, I remember, was very rough coming over"), the memory of Zeppelins passing thunderously at night above his family's apartment in Bremerhaven, and a fluency only in his native tongue. It was 1917, and the U.S. had interned his father Adolf, an engineer for the North German Lloyd line; Engineer Schriever sent for his wife and sons Bernard and Gerhard, and they soon moved to the German-American community of New Braunfels...
...through the long winter nights. Germans who were once glad to sell their prized possessions for a few packs of cigarettes now have one of Europe's strongest currencies in their pockets. Shops are loaded with consumer goods and crowded with substantial-looking buyers. In the port of Bremerhaven, once severely damaged by bombers, the luxury liner Gripsholm, recently leased from Sweden, set sail last week for the U.S. on the first transatlantic voyage of a German-flag passenger ship since...
...time he ends his talk in any town, as he did last week in Münster, the crowd stands in darkness, and a single light shines down upon Leppich's head. "I was in Bremerhaven recently," he thunders, "where American troops disembarked on to German soil. Do you know what we Germans hold out to these boys as a calling card? Whores...
...open sea, 50 miles downstream. The five crewmen scrambled up from the tugboat and cut it adrift. Belching black smoke, the Raman gathered speed while her captain, Rifat Onder, turned a cold. Nelson-like eye to every signal to halt. From the docks a police message flashed to Bremerhaven at the Weser's mouth: "Stop darkened tanker heading for open...