Word: hulks
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...strangest hulks shipwright ever fashioned stood in the Camden, N. J., ways: It was about to be loosed into the water.* Lest it should race across the estuary and smash into Philadelphia, a gigantic cable was stretched across the water off the New Jersey shore. Twenty airplanes careened lazily from side to side, high in air above the hulk, as if welcoming a foster-mother...
...platform towering by the hulk's bow chatted a gay party. In the fore were Secretary and Mrs. Wilbur (TIME, Apr. 6) ; Mrs. Wilbur's sister, Mrs. Paist of Wayne, Pa., and Mr. Paist; Admirals Eberle, Moffett, Jones, Bloch, J. K. Robison and their wives; General and Mrs. Lejeune. Mrs. Wilbur's left arm was hidden beneath American Beauty roses. Her right arm grasped a beribboned bottle of Saratoga mineral water. Presently Mr. Wilbur exhorted his wife...
...this ceremony, Mrs. Curtis D. Wilbur will leave her pots and pans* will abandon her clothes line, will travel (presumably in a parlor-car), will provide herself with a champagne-model gingerbeer bottle, will crack it upon the very front and prow of the unfinished hulk...
Blue water-the hulk of a smudgy oiler-the sails of little boats, like petals fallen on an azure field-the Summer sky. This is the setting that frames Marblehead, Mass., and this, in Marblehead's annual Art exhibition, is painting No. 1, by John P. Benson. Once port of call for East Indiamen, rich and important, with tea, silks and spices piled in its warehouses, the old town drowses now, lost in the hush of a dream. Wharves rot; rats squeak in deserted storerooms ; tiny pleasure-craft have replaced the tall schooners, rich Summer residents the bustling Tory...
...more sled remains at the top of the hill, a battered old hulk, handed down from time immemorial; inscribed on it in faded letters is, "Long live the ancient customs!" A gray-haired, venerable-looking person sits on it, and looks round for some friend to give him a shove. But the rest are gone, and, a kind impulse moving me, I rush out from behind the trees, saying, "I'll help you, thou guardian angel of the student." At the first word the sled and occupant vanish, I find myself alone, calmly resting in a snow-bank, my heels...