Word: cunard
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...social perils of a luxury-liner captain adrift in a sea of calculating female passengers. Last week all England was agog over a real-life-setting of The Captain's Table. The captain: a tall, debonair Irishman named James D. Armstrong, master of the 28,000-ton Cunard liner Britannic, The plot: he had been royally sacked by Britain's staid, prosperous Cunard Steamship Co. just a few months before he was due to become master of the Queen Mary, and eventually commodore of the line...
Though neither the captain nor Cunard would elaborate on the charges, word leaked out that the sacking-the first in Cunard's 119-year history-was Cunard's reaction to reports that Captain Armstrong, 55, had shown too much attention to women passengers at the captain's table. That raised the fascinating question of what the captain could possibly have done in a public dining hall to bring down his 3O-year career with Cunard...
...attractive Mrs. Susan Silverstone, thirtyish, of Manhattan, who was promptly dubbed "Black-Eyed Susan." Passengers confirmed the incident, but it was not until farther down in the story that readers discovered where Captain Armstrong was during the unzipping: on the bridge. In the Daily Mail, a "former Cunard officer," defending the captain, confided that "on cruises there are always women who travel with one object-to find romance. And there are always women who complain because they think they have been left out of things...
There was no such next time, and young Bisset graduated from sail to steam, eventually (1944) became the gold-encrusted commodore of the Cunard-White Star Line and successively master of the world's greatest sea queens, Mary and Elizabeth. Now 75 and living in well-fed Australian retirement, Sir James Gordon Partridge Bisset sits in the lee of the longboat and spins a salty yarn of life in an oldtime square-rigger. On his first voyage, Bisset was seasick. The mate gave him an old-fashioned cure: a pannikin of sea water poured down his protesting gullet. Though...
...Seamen who sail under the "Red Duster" of the British merchant marine have borne that ensign proudly over all the world's oceans. But last week some swabbies from the Cunard liner Queen Mary drifted onto a lee shore and scuttled their pride in one of the dockside saloons of Manhattan's Twelfth Avenue. A boatload of deck apes from the S.S. United States, led by deadeye "Tex" Rozelle, challenged the visitors to a round of darts, and whipped the limeys at their own sport, five games to four. Britannia's seapower had not known such disgrace...