Word: dock
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...deck he found that she had invited hundreds of friends to surprise him. Every opera singer still in town said another tearful goodby, drank champagne toasts. Gatti seemed tired and bewildered. But he replied with "Viva America, Viva Italia, Viva Roosevelt, Viva Mussolini." As the Rex pulled out of dock, Gatti slowly waved his handkerchief so long as he could be seen...
...week that he is retiring. A onetime theology professor suspected of "modernism," he became Bishop in 1912, Archbishop in 1915. Archbishop Hanna is rated one of California's first citizens, a liberal who served ably as its Commissioner of Immigration and last summer, during San Francisco's dock strike, headed President Roosevelt's three-man board (TIME, July 9, et seq.). Of the 18 U. S. Catholic Archbishops, he was the one most frequently mentioned for the Cardinal's red hat which one day must go West...
...decreed. Correspondents will get their news orally at the War Office, face drastic prosecution if their verbal informant sees fit to accuse them of misquotation. Press feats of the week included high praise in every Italian paper for a mother who, asked why she was sobbing on the dock as her soldier son sailed, explained through her tears: "I am not sorry that my son is going to fight for Italy. If I had two sons, I should send them both!" (sobs...
March 1933, at the great Goodyear-Zeppelin airship dock at Akron, Ohio. A high-school band blaring "Dixie." Lines of shivering spectators on the cold concrete. Mrs. William Adger Moffett on the arm of her husband, Rear Admiral Moffett, Chief of the Navy's Bureau of Aeronautics. Eight pretty girls from Macon, Ga. The huge silver bow of the ZRS-5-. . . Mrs. Moffett mounted a bunting-draped platform, pulled a red-white-&-blue cord. Two hatches in the airship's nose flopped open and out flew 48 startled pigeons. Cried Mrs. Moffett: "I christen thee Macon!"* Mighty cheers...
...Connor's doubt about the ability of the unemployed, the San Francisco dock strikers, etc. to laugh, is unduly pessimistic. I walked across the Embarcadero in San Francisco last July, while the tear gas guns were popping, and at least 1,250 striking longshoremen were laughing their sides off, apparently because a policeman had fallen off his horse and had shot himself with his own tear...