Word: fishes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...beside a card table spread with a buffet lunch, he was once more Roosevelt the Charming, swift with his comebacks, "wowing"' his audience with his retorts to every question. Had he fulfilled his desire of catching a "denizen of the deep?" No, indeed, but he had caught a "fish he did not recognize and was taking it back on ice to have the Smithsonian Institution tell him what it was. Where would the President cruise next? Off Tongue-of-Ocean.* To fish for sharp campaign words? "Barracuda words," retorted the President. At this capital reply, Sir Bede was stitched...
After pleasant run last night we are anchored off Little San Salvador where we will fish and swim this afternoon. Leaving tonight and expect to arrive Nassau about 10 tomorrow morning...
...this elaborate pre-convention campaign his equipment consisted of a five-room headquarters in Washington's Willard Hotel, little or no money and an organization made up mainly of William Edgar Borah. One eager volunteer came around early in the campaign: snaggle-toothed Representative J. Hamilton Fish of New York. No candidate's dream of the ideal political ally is "Ham" Fish, the butt of many a Congressional jest, the ardent runner-down-of-Reds. The statesman from Idaho warily shook Mr. Fish's large, aristocratic hand, accepted his services but offered him no official campaign post...
...campaign manager was needed, reluctant as Senator Borah might be to accept assistance. Mr. Fish found onetime (1925-33) Representative Carl George Bachmann of West Virginia, dragged him back from his law practice in Wheeling. Manager Bachmann, blue-eyed, husky, bald, collects the small change which falls in a scanty shower from admirers of the aging statesman from Idaho. Biggest receipt so far has been $500 from an anonymous donor. This rivulet of cash Mr. Bachmann diverts to Borah posters, Borah buttons, rent, telegrams, petty cash...
...necessary supplies. Officially the St. Yves is a hospital ketch, equipped for surgical operations. It also contains an altar, but many a day Father Yvon packs up his holy vessels, pulls on rubber boots beneath his Capuchin robe, sets out over rough seas in a dory to different fishing boats. Passing out cigarets to seamen, fishermen, cabin boys, he changes into his priestly vestments, celebrates mass on an altar improvised from planks reeking with gutted fish...