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...last January the placid sardine-canning village of Eastport on Cobscook Bay was a booming town. Some 5,000 Maine unemployed were working day & night on the project. Three labor camps had been established. On Moose Island, Quoddy Village with 130 colonial houses had been built, with dormitories for both sexes of dam-builders, with grandfather clocks, loveseats, early colonial furniture and $16,000-houses for executives...
...scheme of harnessing the tides for electrical production was conceived several years ago, and a charter granted for an experimental development at Eastport. Perhaps the plans were practical, perhaps not. At any rate they were presented to the appropriate government agency early in the New Deal, and firmly rejected. The reasons: (1) There is already an oversupply of electrical energy in Maine (2) the cost of construction would be greater than any possible economic benefit. This was done of a sort, but apparently not ultimate truth. In 1934, just before the Congressional elections the scheme was re-embodied and vitalized...
Boarding the Indianapolis off Eastport, Me., President Roosevelt received all traditional honors. He walked across a short gangplank from the destroyer which brought him offshore...
Most northerly point of President Roosevelt's vacation cruise was his summer home at Campobello Island, New Brunswick, four miles from Eastport, Me., which he visited for the first time since the shock of its cold waters brought on his paralysis twelve years ago. There, his most serious guest was Ambassador-at-Large Norman Hezekiah Davis, come to report that in spite of all his efforts, the Geneva Arms Conference had adjourned to October. Its 14-year record of accomplishment still o, many pronounced the Conference a dead fish. But President Roosevelt, bland, told a Campobello crowd...
From Nantucket around Cape Cod, across Massachusetts Bay to Norman's Woe ("It was the schooner Hesperus") and Gloucester, behind Cape Ann, through Casco Bay and up the jagged coast of Maine toward Eastport, Franklin Roosevelt last week piloted his 45-ft. Amberjack II on the sportiest, saltiest vacation the country had ever watched its President take. He dressed in old flannel trousers and a grey sweater under oil skins. He did not bother too much about shaving. Sun and spray tanned his face, widened his grin. He smacked over codfish balls, baked beans, brown bread. And even...