Word: cruisers
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...once proud Spanish navy lost its Armada in 1588, and any other pretensions to glory in 1898, when it was soundly beaten by the U.S. Spanish sea power is, in fact, mostly a collection of ancient junk, with only one big ship, the 18-year-old, 10,670-ton cruiser Canarias. Franco's government does have, however, eleven destroyers less than five years old, plus eight frigates, six new corvettes and 15 good minesweepers. It also has 1,500 miles of coastline. Last week, as part of its program of building up bases in Spain, the U.S. agreed...
Sirens wailed, fireworks burst in dazzling profusion, and coastal batteries boomed a 21-gun salute as a trim Brazilian cruiser steamed into Lisbon harbor. Aboard was Brazil's Joao Cafe Filho, President of a onetime Portuguese colony that became a nation 100 times as big and seven times as populous as the motherland. Met at dockside by figurehead President Francisco Higino Craveiro Lopes and Strongman Oliveira Salazar, Café Filho began his state visit by riding through downtown Lisbon in an open car, along flag-decorated streets jammed with smiling, cheering people. Torrents of confetti in the Brazilian national...
Died. Rear Admiral William Reynolds Purnell, U.S.N. (ret.), 68, veteran Navy cruiser and battleship skipper between world wars, member (with Physicist Vannevar Bush, Harvard President James B. Conant, Army Lieut. General Wilhelm D. Styer) of the nation's top policy panel on military use of atomic weapons during the three wartime years before Hiroshima; of pneumonia; in Palo Alto, Calif...
Thirty-two miles to the northeast, at the harbor city of Keelung (pop. 150,000), the 13,600-ton cruiser Helena, flagship of the U.S. Seventh Fleet, lay at anchor. Aboard the Helena, the atmosphere seemed as cheerful as that ashore. The fleet's commander, a quiet, three-star admiral named Alfred Melville Pride, one of a long line of seafaring Prides (see box), went about his daily routine with casual efficiency. The mood aboard ship was one of unruffled waiting. Vice Admiral Pride and his topflight staff had events well enough in hand so that he could...
...clock one morning last week, Vice Admiral Alfred Melville Pride arose in his cabin aboard the cruiser Helena, had toast and coffee, and turned to the papers stacked on his ash-blond desk. He worked silently, sending out blue memo slips with terse messages, e.g., "O.K., I'll go along with this," or simply. "Let's talk." He finished his correspondence by 9 o'clock. Then, one by one through his brown Fiberglas door curtain came the top officers of Pride's Seventh Fleet for a conference. Pride greeted them quietly. These were men who measured...