Word: lanyard
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...Captain Folster called for a slug of brandy, then ordered his men to abandon ship. As the boats pulled away and the ship settled in the water, ablaze from end to end, the survivors heard a weird sound. The skipper had propped himself up, got hold of the whistle lanyard with his good arm and sent his last salute−dot-dot-dot-dash−the Morse code V for Victory...
...Dougherty, brought up "Draftee," one of the 155-mm. rifles that the Allies have dubbed "Long Tom" and the Germans "Whispering Death." A truck hauled the heavy gun into position. The crew wrote their names on the first shell. A red-haired Tennessee private was about to yank the lanyard when the colonel came up and said: "Do you mind, son?" The private answered: "That's all right, sir." The colonel yanked. Seconds later the shell crashed into the San Gio vanni rail and ferry terminal. It was the first artillery shot fired on Italy...
...Jackson Day dinner, the traditional opening gun of the Presidential campaign, Franklin Roosevelt wanted this warning sounded to the dissenters in his Party. But since last autumn he has pledged himself to political appeasement, to all-round non-partisan harmony. He could not himself pull the lanyard of the opening gun. To him he called his favorite captain: Attorney General-Designate Robert Houghwout Jackson, the man Franklin Roosevelt thinks will some day be a great liberal U. S. President...
Last year Jew Baiter True patented under "Amusement Devices and Games," a policeman's club (Patent No. 2,026,077). Referred to by its inventor as a "Kike Killer," No. 2,026,077 is a short, stream lined hardwood truncheon, with finger grip and leather lanyard. Two "Kike Killers" were handy on the True desk during the interview, the New Masses reported. Mrs. True, the New Masses interviewer was told, carried a less hefty bludgeon called a "Kike Killer, lady's size." Pointing out that "for a first-class massacre more than a truncheon is needed...
Nervously clutching a lanyard, a plump, bald little man stood in Manhattan's Madison Square Garden one night last week, out of sight of the audience but within range of a large orchestra whose members were blowing and fiddling for dear life. Suddenly the orchestra leader raised his hand with a jerk. The bald man shut his eyes, pulled the lanyard. Boom went a 17-in. cannon. Boom, Boom, Boom it went again, each time almost knocking the little cannoneer off his feet. Sixteen rifles in the hands of 16 U. S. Coast Guardsmen and infantry fired a volley...