Word: fog
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...last night out, the Italian Liner Andrea Doria sliced through a gentle ocean, and an awesome wall of North Atlantic fog closed in around her. But the ship's mood as she neared the U.S. was fog-free and gay. A movie (Foxfire) was running in one of Andrea Doria's four theaters; in the plush, boat deck Belvedere lounge, dancers swayed to the rhythms of an eight-piece orchestra. Their last song: Arrivederci, Roma. In the cardrooms, bridge foursomes pondered hands. On deck late strollers tasted the mist and sniffed for land smells. Below, passageways were lined...
...principal transatlantic shipping lanes. By routine but not rule, westbound vessels follow the northern side of Track Charlie, eastbound ships the southern. But that evening the eastbound Stockholm was holding to the northern edge. On a clear night the course holds no serious hazard. But for three days fog had covered the sea from Newfoundland's banks down to Nantucket. The view from a ship's bridge was scarcely farther than the bow. Radar sets searched the seas ahead, but longtime masters with tight schedules reduced speed only slightly for foul weather...
Friends In the Dark. Out of the fog came the purr of motors and the slap of oars. Lifeboats arrived from Stockholm, where Captain Gunnar Nordenson had sealed his crumpled bow, found his vessel seaworthy, and turned to rescue. Andrea Dona's radio crackled as other ships reported positions. Fifteen miles away Captain Joseph Boyd had pushed his little (7,000 tons) freighter, Cape Ann, for a 55-minute run to Andrea Dona's side. The military transport, Private William H. Thomas, was 20 miles away. The destroyer escort Edward H. Allen, cruising off the coast in gunnery...
...Radar of these wave lengths is also used by shipboard radars designed to penetrate fog, was the type installed on the Andrea Doria and the Stockholm...
Daily at 5 a.m., the horse was stuffed into a stall heated to 105° F., subjected to half an hour's isolation in a dank fog of springwater steam. As if that were not enough, tubes were shoved into his mouth and vapor blown down his throat. Later, through a rubber mask over nostrils and mouth, he was forced to inhale more of the curative minerals. After an hour of cooling stall-walking, Pyrame was led out to the light and air, got his daily ration of Bourboulien water, fresh from the spring...