Word: islanded
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...installed president; Milton I. Goldstein 3L, of St. Louis, vice-president; James A. Moore 3L, of California, Maryland, secretary; W. Walker Lewis, Jr., 3L, of Middletown, Ohio, treasurer; and Jerome C. Hofmayer 3L, director. Two second-year directors are Charles E. Schaaf, of Cambridge and Herman Gross, of Staten Island, New York...
Past the furrowed water of the Potato Patch, where the Atlantic currents sweep around Coney Island into Gravesend Bay in New York Harbor, seagoing, 23-year-old Cowboy William J. ("Tex") Langford poked the nose of a $100 put-put in which he had sputtered down from Boston. Moored just off the pier he tied up to was a slim, long yacht hull. The masts were off her, she could have done with some swabbing, but to Tex's longing eyes she was a jimdandy. To a benign-looking stranger gazing off to sea he said so. Then things...
...radio program in Manhattan night of last week's hurricane was globe-circling Sailor Dwight Long (TIME, Sept. 19). Few minutes before his turn at the microphone came he learned that his 32-foot ketch Idle Hour had slipped her mooring and was being whipped out into Long Island Sound. Dwight Long did his radio stint, then ventured to the WJZ audience an anxious SOS: ". . . All I own in the world is aboard the Idle Hour. . . ." Next day they found her, mistress of 35,000 miles of angry oceans, a splintery pile on Long Island's rocks...
...comeback this summer after two years of minding his nuggets in a California gold mine, visited his relatives in Manhattan. California's Alice Marble, U. S. women's champion two years ago, was a house guest of the Socialite Gilbert Kahns at Oyster Bay, Long Island. Little Sarah Palfrey Fabyan, twinkle-toed Bostonian, sat around at the Forest Hills Inn drinking tea. California's Donald Budge, world's No. 1 amateur tennist, and his square-headed shadow, Doubles Partner Gene Mako, spent their days at the movies and listening to swing bands...
...some strange creatures on Clarion Island, he writes, "One was unquestionably a mipt!"* and in the same pool he saw swimming by "a school of friendly old abudefdufs" mingling with pale green surgeons...