Word: codfish
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Snugly tidied for the winter last week were the fishing villages along the Burin peninsula, which projects southward from southern Newfoundland. Provender was in the butteries, coal within the bins. Warehouses held stacks of dried and salted codfish, the season's catch, ready to be shipped for profit-to buy calico, yarn, sweaters, boots. Men prophesied a serene winter. Then the fish-giving sea howled unwontedly. A great swoop of water slapped against the shore. It fell back, slapped up again and again. Rent, twisted, smashed, into flotsam went wharves, stores, homes, people. Devastation: more than a score killed...
North Atlantic codfish frolicked free last week, their doom of cream sauce deferred, while four of Gloucester's fleetest fishing schooners were racing inshore to settle old rivalries. Gloucester folk, proud of their schooners, enthusiastic about this race of the last genuine U. S. sailing ships, had donated $20,000 to recondition canvas and repay owners for lost fish. Thousands lined the shore to watch the stanch, full-rigged craft course twice around an 18-mile triangle into the harbor. In the first two races, gentle inshore winds were insufficient to drive the schooners to the finish within...
Where the bean and codfish play...
Observing an ancient, time-honored custom, the students not only voted but also fought for possession of the polls. The Baldwin supporters having gained a strategic position by the voting booths were attacked with 60,000 putrescent eggs, countless heads of codfish, and soft rotten fruit. Malodorous and hideous became the normally pleasant sward of the University...
...pass from center, juggled it a moment, and tossed to Roosevelt. A second to balance himself, and Roosevelt shot a pass on a bullet-like trajectory to Smithers, wing-footed Maroon end. As Smithers, four yards from a touchdown, felt the pigskin against his chest, the lithe form of Codfish Cabot, the doughty little Massachusetts quarterback, hit him amidships, and down he went. Roosevelt crashed the line, but Tiny Timm, giant guard, blocked his way. Again Roosevelt drove, and this time over the line...