Word: cabined
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...through a pipestem while waiting for the results of the Senate's poll on a new leader. He slid through score 38-37. From his eminence as President Roosevelt's "good friend Alben," the new Leader can look back on a career very American: birth in a log cabin, campaigning on a mule for an early prosecuting attorneyship, learning law in a picturesque law office, finally soliciting votes by way of horse and buggy to get to Washington in 1912. There he has remained, leaving the House for the Senate...
...blown steadily from the west, and to sit and be borne along through the waves was bliss; and times again when the wind whistled down from the north, when to sit in that cockpit was o wish to be dead, and to go below into the tumbling cabin was like wrestling with the hand of death itself. He mused a bit in the half light of the tin shed, and his eye caught on a splintered piece of the coaming, where a catboat full of roisters, flown with insolence and wine, had rammed him at anchor one moonlight night...
...went to the Decker place and in a sharecropper cabin I found the woman chained to a bed with a trace chain locked around her neck. She had been there several days. She had been fed well and other than being chained apparently had not been harmed. I ordered the woman unchained and took her and Wiggin off the farm...
...settled to the airport at Daytona Beach, Fla. shortly after 4 a. m. Daytona Beach has been an Eastern Air stop only since May but Captain Dietz was completely familiar with the field. Presently, with co-pilot beside him, steward and six passengers strapped in their seats in the cabin, Captain Dietz taxied to the northern end of the 3,700-ft. NW/SE runway, gave his two motors a final revving, hurtled into the air in what was apparently a normal takeoff...
...lady of the picture," I don't know, but the cabin that is used, is probably inhabited by the Hoag boys for hunting, as they own the property now and live on a ranch on the southern hillside. I know Mrs. Hoag will be glad to give you very full and authentic information on the old days, when six-mule teams used to wind their way down those cliffs from Monterey, bringing a load of houseguests for a gay weekend...