Word: masthead
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...great-great-grandson, Cornelius Vanderbilt IV, a gangling 26-year-old youth in 1924, set out to pander to the public by founding three tabloid newspapers, against the wishes of his family. He used on his masthead the phrase: "The public be served." Within two years, his tabloids (in San Francisco, Los Angeles, Miami) went bankrupt (TIME, May 10, 1926, et seq.]. Vanderbilt IV then functioned as special writer for the Hearst New York Mirror, appealed to the masses with sneering remarks about his family's plutocratic mansion on Fifth Avenue, Manhattan...
President Calvin Coolidge figured in the laughs. His name was signed to a letter saying The Nation was a "darb"; his picture was substituted for Benjamin Franklin's in the masthead of the Saturday Evening Post, which was published "in association with the United States mint and N. W. Ayer...
Sailors, arm-in-arm, lined the decks and guns of the Renown. Shrill boatswains' whistles piped as the ducal party stepped aboard. Then the standard of the Duke of York broke out at the masthead. Thunderous, a salute roared from the battleships Iron Duke, Marlborough, Benbow and Emperor of India. Humorously pat, the Renown's band blared: "The Girl I Left Behind...
...Mirror itself, purposely, Payne said, let the story die down a little on July 27 and 28. In the masthead of the paper this question was published: 'Can Members, of a Wealthy Family in New Jersey Commit a Crime and Get Away with...
...when Moby Dick* was a virile old devil. But intelligence from British Columbia marks the passing of the masthead muezzins. A Victoria whaling company has chartered seaplanes to be carried on shipboard to the whaling grounds, launched overside and sent spinning over the ocean in far circles. High over the sea, air observers can "spot" a whale even though he lurk far below the surface; can flash his nautical bearings even to an invisible whaleship and keep leviathan in sight until the harpoons arrive...