Word: buoying
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...collision in which either a) the destroyer Paulding, scouting at top speed for rum-boats, gored the rising submarine 54, or b) the S-4 "ran into the Paulding." Evidence showed: that the Paulding's inexperienced lookout had mistaken the S-4's splashing periscope for a fishnet buoy; that the Navy had not notified the Coast Guard that submarines were operating on the Provincetown trial course. With regard to the failure to rescue S-4 survivors, the most notable evidence brought out was that the officers in charge had not known about the trick of passing air through...
...first heat Baby Water Car of Detroit turned over. In the second Imp of New York hit a buoy. Hotsy Totsy of New York took fire. Greenwich Folly had to average only 48 miles per hour for three 30-mile heats...
People on the tender, when it was plowing out to the Munargo one day last week, thought that going home had proved too much for one young man. As the tender passed the buoy by the Hog Island lighthouse, the young man whipped off his coat and dove overboard. His wife fainted. Passengers stumbled over suitcases to the rail. Then they saw that the young man, swimming powerfully, was saving a small boy. Tender-Captain Russell's ten-year-old had tumbled off the deck. Charles F. Havemeyer, onetime (class of 1921) Harvard footballer, N. Y. Stock Exchange member...
...come in from the ocean, they are sand sharks; scavengers, not killers. On moonlight nights they may be seen and heard, huge but probably harmless, lurking and feeding near the piles of the town slaughterhouse. Once there was a monster that Nassau called "The Harbor Master." At the buoy where Mr. Havemeyer dived, "shark hunts" are sometimes held. When the tide is ebbing, a goat's throat is cut and the body tied to the buoy. Or a bloated horse is tied there and bloody scraps are sent floating out to sea. Usually it is hours before a long...
Cocky little boats with pale sails, maneuvering this way and that on quiet water like a fleet of river butterflies, swerved at the sound of a gun and passed between a committee yacht and a red buoy, putting out of Larchmont harbor into Long Island Sound. They were the interclub sloops (Marconi-rigged yachts, 19½ feet on the water line), the new racing boats; and their appearance meant that the yacht-racing season had begun again in Eastern waters. Soon the boats of the other classes -the graceful, low-leaning "S" boats with their big spread of canvas...