Word: broods
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...overall, built 25 years ago as a pleasure boat on the same sturdy lines as an old New York Harbor pilot boat. She is owned and skippered by Milton T. ("Nick") Craig, 44, an engineer who sails her out of Marion, Mass., with four of his own brood, aged 7 to 16, as crew. The Canadian challenger, at 46 ft., was not much bigger-but much younger. Kathi Anne II was only 17 days old, launched barely in time to have her sails bent on for the elimination trials. "She's a family boat," says Owner-Skipper David Stevens...
...over the country's image. So far, the big bird has confined his flight pattern to the northwest section of the city where he often perches atop the National Cathedral like a gargoyle. Imagine the photographs in every newspaper in the world if he settled down to brood atop the Capitol dome or on the White House roof...
...living in a little hotel in Santa Monica. When a newspaper or magazine would ask for an interview, she would borrow a friend's house, put her own pictures on the mantel and try to be there before the reporter showed up. When Judy was on tour, the whole brood, which eventually included Liza's half-brother and half-sister Joey and Lorna Luft, had to learn to put on layers and layers of clothing and waddle out of a hotel, leaving behind their luggage and an unpaid bill. "Just remember, I'm Judy Garland," Mama would say, or, "Well...
Flip's mother abandoned the family when Flip was still a youngster, and his father floated from place to place in search of low rents. At one point he moved his brood into a coalbin cellar. "We'd steal buns from the A & P, milk, anything to keep alive," recalls Flip's brother Lemuel, a carpenter in Jersey City. "I used to steal Christmas trees so we'd have one on Christmas." In those days Flip was a quick, thin child with a runny nose and a big appetite; his brothers and sisters called...
With two novels and a brood of short stories already behind her, Penelope Gilliatt has most recently written the movie, Sunday Bloody Sunday, which has won her extravagant praise. As she sipped a drink in the lounge of New York City's Hotel Algonguin, a watering-hole for literary notables in the city, from Harold Ross, Dorothy Parker and James Thurber on down, Gilliatt revealed her surprise at the movie's reception. "I am very touched that people respond to it as they do. I thought it wouldn't travel--that it was a movie made for about...