Word: fished
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...citizens bursting with information about the Reds. Mr. Dies also has taken testimony about U. S. Nazis and Fascists, has even accepted aspersions against such personages as Tom Girdler. But in the main he has stayed on the Red trail previously traversed by New York's Representative Hamilton Fish...
When the invaders knocked their way in, they saw Mrs. Barnett at the top of the stairs, brandishing a hatchet. "Get out of here, you gangsters!" shrilled fat Mrs. Barnett. Seeing two women deputies, she screamed: "And keep your old fish hags out of here, too." Blinded by a whiff of tear gas. she hurled the hatchet downstairs before the deputies grabbed her. In the house Marshal Clark found Mrs. Maxine Sturgis, her daughter by her first husband, no dynamite but a large, menacing supply of jagged stones. Homeless Mrs. Barnett and daughter, still protesting, were bundled off to jail...
Races between fishing schooners are an old Gloucester specialty. They flourished 100 years ago when rival skippers tried to beat one another to port to get a better price for their cargoes of fresh fish. Last week Gloucester's crinkled old salts gloomily watched a race between the only two full-rigged schooners left in the North Atlantic fishing fleet: Lunenberg's Bluenose and Gloucester's Gertrude L. Thebaud. It was the finale of a three-out-of-five series born in 1920 out of rivalry between Nova Scotian and Gloucester fishing vessels...
...fish the fathoms of the night
...Greatly disappointed by the Roosevelt jokes, near-jokes and alleged jokes sent in by TIME'S readers, TIME has been forced to the conclusion that the Roosevelt story is a different kettle of fish from the old Ford story. There was always an implicit affection or admiration in the Tin Lizzie jokes: but there is nearly always an undercurrent of hatred in the stories about Franklin Roosevelt. Unwilling to foster that feeling, TIME herewith declares a moratorium on such Rooseveltiana...