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Despite his nickname, Commander Lionel Kenneth ("Buster") Crabb was no great shakes as a surface swimmer; but given a pair of rubber flippers, some goggles and an oxygen tank, he was at home in the murky depths. In 1942 when Italian divers were busily attaching lethal limpet mines to the bottoms of Royal Navy ships at anchor off Gibraltar, Buster Crabb was even busier at the far more dangerous job of removing them. Mustered out of the navy at war's end with the George Medal for heroism, Crabb returned to civilian life as a salesman...
...Buster Crabb and an unidentified male companion had checked into Portsmouth's Sally Port Hotel on April 17. On the following day, the Russian cruiser Ordzhonikidze steamed into Portsmouth harbor bearing Visitors Khrushchev and Bulganin. Crabb was absent from his hotel room all that day. The next day he checked out and was never seen again. The day before the announcement of his disappearance, operatives from Britain's top-secret Criminal Investigation Division tore all records of his stay out of the hotel register. If Portsmouth's police were hunting for clues, they were not admitting...
...Russian frogmen met their British counterpart in the quiet deep? Had Buster Crabb been killed then and there, or kidnaped and carried off to Russia? At week's end, the mystery of Frogman Crabb's fate remained as deep and impenetrable as the waters that surrounded so much of his life...
...Thurs. 11 a.m., NBC). Annual parade down Broadway, with Danny Kaye, Buster Crabbe, Pinky...
...cabbage-tree hat and overalls, "Buster" became his second shiralee, and as Macauley trudged with her from job to job on the back tracks of the bush, his churlishness toward his burden slowly changed to brusque tenderness. Macauley's growing-up is obviously meant to be the heart of the story, but the book's strength lies in its Cineramic picture of the swagman's life-taking a turn at shearing, cutting burrs, fencing or digging spuds. To Macauley this was the only life, for "you have a hundred roads to choose from and a hundred towns...