Word: harboring
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Where is there a statue of Jesus Christ in all our nation, from north to south, from east to west? . . . We have a great beacon of the statue of Liberty in New York Harbor, a mighty shaft to honor our first President and a noble monument to our great Lincoln, in Washington, but we have no statue of Christ anywhere to signify that we are actually Christians and that we recognize Him as Christ the King." So last month spoke Rev. John Joseph Preston, a modest, retiring, 60-year-old Roman Catholic priest, at the outdoor Wayside Shrine...
...traversed without incident the northern passage via Iceland and Greenland to Montreal. Thenceforth she made her easy way across part of the U. S., pausing at Detroit, Chicago, Milwaukee. North of Winnipeg the Whale rested on Cormorant Lake while her crew-rested, fished. Thence on to British Columbia, Dutch Harbor, Alaska, and along the stepping stones of the Aleutian Islands and Kuriles to Tokyo...
...present condition of the country Herbert Hoover would head the list. The name of no other presidential candidate would be considered. . . . It is not the spirit of the American people, when the captain of their ship has guided them through a storm and is approaching a safe harbor, to discharge him and then claim he created the storm...
...usual last summer the gorgeous yacht Lyndonia dominated the crowded little harbor at Camden, Me. But for the first season in many years the yacht's owner, aging, ailing Publisher Cyrus Hermann Kotzschmar Curtis, did not dominate the Camden social scene. He remained at home, out of sight. Steam was kept up for 24 hours a day; but the Lyndonia and her crew of 38 made only occasional trips to Portland, Publisher Curtis' birthplace, so that he might go to the dentist. Maine folk and summering Philadelphia socialites alike spoke kindly of "poor old Mr. Curtis...
...first families, had no wish to be a planter. His skeptically intelligent uncle adopted him, developed his doubts, protected his sensitiveness, sent him to Oxford to finish his education. He was to come back to a literary career. But the first sight Peter saw as his ship entered Charleston Harbor was the shelling of a U. S. Navy ship by Charleston batteries. Peter, like his uncle, was Southern to the core, but he thought he was a Unionist too. While he watched the young hotheads race each other into uniform he took a newspaper job. Beautiful Damaris Gordon complicated...