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Word: dock (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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Over the dingy Southampton docks loomed the three gigantic orange stacks, the coruscating white superstructure of the Queen Mary, Captain Illingworth, Master. Her 1,020-ft. length and her towering height dwarfed the battered buildings of the blitzed waterfront. The tugs chugged alongside. Antlike figures made fast the tossed lines. The town band, percussive and perspiring, panted with bravura through the Merry Widow Waltz, Pomp & Circumstance, and struck up the great invocation: Rule, Britannia! Through the mist in some watchers' eyes the colossal Cunarder wavered moltenly. Even Colonel Blimp blew his nose with a Tory blast prolonged...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PERIPATETICS: The Queen | 8/11/1947 | See Source »

...route far north of her usual run, arrived in New York harbor the day after Britain declared war (Sept. 3, 1939). She was reported to have brought a cargo of gold worth $44,000,000. For six months she was berthed near her rival, the French liner Normandie. Dock rent cost Cunard...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PERIPATETICS: The Queen | 8/11/1947 | See Source »

...Quite a bit different from last summer," said Bert Haines the other day as he stood at the top of the Weld Bost Club dock-runway. There was one oarsman shoving off in a wherry, a couple more running themselves against the wall of the Boat Club, a few swimming off the end of the dock...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Haines Has Quiet Summer; Singles Take Over at Weld | 7/22/1947 | See Source »

...back of an extension of the dock, in relatively quiet waters, are two stationary single rigs. Similar in principle to the eight-oar, indoor tank in Newell, they are used for singles practice, with triangular holes in the oar-blades to simulate actual conditions...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Haines Has Quiet Summer; Singles Take Over at Weld | 7/22/1947 | See Source »

Dorothy Kirsten, Met soprano, was left on the dock. She had come down, bag & handsome baggage, hoping to pick up a canceled reservation, but couldn't. "I feel . . . jilted," she pouted, adjusting her mink stole. Her pressagent said a pitiless reporter pried open one of her fortnighters to see if there was really something inside. There really was, the pressagent reported...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: Judgments | 7/14/1947 | See Source »

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