Word: hammered
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...disappearance. Depth rescuers-including crews and equipment which finally raised the famed S-51 off Block Island two years ago (TIME, Oct. 5, 1925) -hurried to Provincetown from the New London, Newport, and Brooklyn Navy Yards. A diver groped his way down to the hulk and tapped with his hammer. Answering taps came from the torpedo room in the submarine's bow. Six men were still alive there. Their air was getting bad. Please hurry! Powerful compressors on tenders at the surface started pumping air into the S-4's forward ballast tanks. Perhaps she could be upended...
...mountaineers of East Tennessee. It is a working class song straight from men on the job, uttered to muscular body rhythms. One can almost hear the ring of steel on steel. There is a heave of shoulders, deep breath control, the touch of hands on a familiar well-worn hammer handle...
...could drive steel like John Henry I'd go home, Baby, I'd go home. And later: This old hammer killed John Henry. Can't kill me, Baby, can't kill me. Torchlight processions of Republicans in the summer and fall of 1860 sang "Old Abe Lincoln Came Out of the Wilderness": Old Abe Lincoln came out of the Wilderness, Old Abe Lincoln came out of the Wilderness, Old Abe Lincoln came out of the Wilderness, Down in Illinois. "Man Goin' Roun' " came from Columbia, S. C. A homely, black woman sang it: There...
Golden Dawn. Spry oldsters and some persons of middle age will remember the name of Oscar Hammer- stein. It was he who precipitated the Manhattan opera war; he who con- ducted the famed Music Hall at 42d St. & Broadway; he who made varied and spectacular sorties beyond the beaten path of the new world's amusements. Last week son Arthur Hammerstein unveiled a vast memorial to him in the shape of an exceedingly Gothic theatre containing everything from an elevating orchestra pit to an organ, before a vast audience containing memorable citizens from James John Walker, Mayor, to Nazimova...
...walls of other universities than Colgate. Who has been so lucky as never to have taken an examination in New Lecture Hall at a time when a riveting-machine, the noise-maker de-luxe and par excellence of all creatures under the sun, was pounding like Thor's hammer in the street outside, and on the temples of the student within? Who has calculated the exact amount of nervous energy consumed by hearing cries of Reinhartlate at night, or the tolling to the bell early in the morning...