Word: macnamara
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...forth. For a few seconds there was a deathlike silence. Suddenly the whole camp burst into shrieks and sobs. The children grabbed stones, sticks, tent-pegs, rushed to smash the van. Frenzied and heartbroken 300 fled from the camp, were not rounded up until next day. Bleated John R. MacNamara, M. P. and a camp leader, "It was considered better to tell the children the news after they were fed and before they went to bed so they could sleep on it." When the first shock had passed 50 of the children sent apologies to Camp Commandant Henry Brinton, declared...
...into a bank of soft mud and stuck. On board was the new com mander of Britain's Home Fleet, Vice-Admiral Sir William Henry Dudley ("Ginger") Boyle, K. C. B. Along the deck went he to the control tower, to confer with the Commanding Officer Captain Patrick Macnamara, well known in Washington last year as British naval attaché. "This is your ship. Captain," said the Admiral. "Might I ask what you propose to do?" When he heard what the ebullient Irish Captain Macnamara proposed to do, the Admiral's eyebrows rose straight up to the embroidered...
Resourceful Captain Macnamara had another idea. With Admiral Boyle's ap proval, wireless summoned full speed out from Portsmouth seven destroyers. Resting from their jumping, the Nelson's crew leaned over the taffrail and cheered themselves hoarse while the seven little boats skidded at 35 knots, like terriers around a cow, closer and closer to the great ship in an effort to sweep the mud away with their wash. They made tremendous waves but the only result was to swing the Nelson still more firmly on the bank and completely wreck the pontoon bridge between Portsmouth and Gosport...
Sometimes crawling at a walking pace along the narrow, level path past the cots, sometimes swooping at 30 m. p. h. around the steep sides of the great bowl built of spruce boards in Madison Square Garden, bicycle riders raced in the 40th International Six-Day Race. Old Reggie MacNamara, a champion twelve years ago and still strong though no longer fast, was entered; so was big, blond, popular Charles Winter; Gaetano Belloni's wild mane of crinkly hair pushed out above his handlebars. The crowds, always emphatically Italian in Manhattan, cheered Linari & Binda, billed as an imported road...