Word: ladders
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...water, they sighted a ship. The first mate took out his bosun's whistle and "blew and blew and blew for some twenty minutes. It was that tiny whistle that made the Italian rescue ship [Provvidenza] change her course and head for us. They let down a rope ladder, but we all had to be helped to be dragged up. Whiskey and wine were given to the men. Auntie and I drank water. We refused food, we were that tired. So they let us go to sleep. Well, that...
...fire, and that at his own house. Absentee fines cost him $150 to $200 a year, which were more useful to the fire department than his personal services. Said he: "When I was young and in my prime I was filled with civic pride. I joined the hook and ladder and they gave me the privilege of driving the hind legs." Back in the U. S. after almost three years of voluntary exile in London was William Tatem ("Big Bill") Tilden II, fresh from tennis triumphs over Henri Cochet and Donald Budge, at 47 planning to play professional tennis here...
...fell the forest town of Bialystok, where Polish bigwigs and their guests (often Hermann Goring) used to hunt the stag and wild boar. The fortress at Brest-Litovsk was captured, 600 prisoners taken. The retreat into Rumania became a mad stampede. Two beg red fire engines and a hook-&-ladder from Cracow roared through, clustered with refugees. Polish officers & men swam the Dniester to elude customs officers, escape internment. Polish planes, nearly 200 of them, piled into the little Rumanian airport at Cernauti, one landing on three others, wrecking all four...
...burn. From Cornell (1917), Mr. Collyer went to work for Bethlehem Shipbuilding Co., soon switched to the rubber business. By last week, when he was tapped for Goodrich, Mr. Collyer was joint managing director of British Dunlop Rubber Co., Ltd., had touched most of the rungs of the production ladder...
Then the picket boat showed up. Marksman Peskin, his trigger-finger tensed, his eyes seeking the quarry, scrambled up the liner's Jacob's ladder, followed by the two guardsmen. By this time the lion, bored and weary, had curled up behind a divan, was peacefully snoozing. It was not the moment for the niceties of hunting etiquette. Marksman Peskin was taking aim, when the Amazone's Captain Nyhoff nervously reminded him that a luckless shot in the gunpowder magazine might blast them all to kingdom-come. Swallowing his professional pride, Marksman Peskin inched closer, then fired...