Word: coves
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...living from their bleak island and the sea around it, the Newfies have developed into an independent, hardworking, happy breed. Their wit and individuality show strongly in their geographic names. Newfoundland places are called Happy Adventure, Come By Chance, Heart's Delight, Witless Bay, Cuckold's Cove, Naked Woman Point and Horse Chops. Humor and theology are neatly blended in the fact that a harbor with a broad, easy entrance is called Hell's Mouth; another that is narrow and difficult is named Big Paradise...
...tons of gravel for the foundation, spent 13 weekends raising the framing. Eight months later, they moved into their small, modern redwood home. For their $5,000 in cash, plus their "sweat equity," the Perkinses had a house easily worth $10,000. In San Francisco's Paradise Cove, Architect Henry Schubart Jr. and his wife are doing even better, so far have finished $25,000 worth of new house for $12,000 in odd hours over three years...
Sailing is of course one of springtime's major sports. Most people haven't got a private yacht moored at Marblehead or even a battered dinghy hidden in some cove along the Charles, but enthusiasts can procure membership in the Harvard Yacht Club for the paltry sum of five dollars. After passing a boat-handling test, the expert can sail to his heart's content almost any afternoon from the M.I.T. boathouse, thanks to an agreement whereby Harvard men may use Tech's dinghies...
Moonlight slithered down through the cool breeze that came off the Mediterranean to toy with Pandora's the small yacht which nestled at anchor in the cove below...
Only the flying Dutchman, whom fate told her was waiting on that strange yacht in the cove, was for Pandora, "the darling of the gods." He'd been alive and roaming the seven seas with a ghost crew for seven times seven years. So she stripped and swam out to his yacht. And a tidal wave swept over the yacht and killed Pandora and the Flying Dutchman, which, our narrator assured us, was a good thing. Our narrator was a man of consumate wisdom, a Greek scholar and bearded, and his word on affairs of this sort cannot be questioned...