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Three weeks ago when the U. S. freighter Sundance docked at Ghent, Seaman Myak Wooker, 6 ft. 6 in. Esthonian, defied Chief Mate Leonard C. Adams, refused to work unloading cargo. He hid under his bunk. Mate Adams dragged him out. They fought. Wooker seized a fire axe. Mr. Adams drew his revolver, fired twice at close range, killed the sailor. Belgian authorities cleared Mr. Adams but when the Sundance reached Rotterdam he was relieved of his post after the skipper received a petition...
...Danour, three-year-old horse who had never before won a race: the Saranac Handicap at Saratoga Springs, N. Y. A. C. Bostwick's Mate, so-called three-year-old champion, finished sixth...
...with its towering hollow mast. King George was aboard, snugly dressed and eager for the day's sport. A squall struck the Britannia's vast mainsail. She heeled over and nosed into a grey comber. Right before King George's eyes the wash swept Second Mate Ernest Friend overboard. Sailors threw him a lifebuoy immediately. The ship luffed and signalled for help. Sir Thomas Lipton's Shamrock V heard the cry "Man Overboard" and hove to. But it was too late. Ernest Friend never reached the floating buoy, disappeared. He left behind a widow and four...
...Governor Roosevelt played the pressspotlight throughout the conference. Other Governors treated him as if he already had the Democratic nomination. Homeward bound, he stopped off in Ohio to greet potent Democrats in that State. Political speculation in the press, outrunning the facts, began to turn on a Roosevelt running mate for the national ticket. Last week's announcement of Col. Edward Mandell House, oldtime Wilsonian adviser, that he was for the New York Governor for President, seemed to put Mr. Roosevelt closer than ever before to the White House...
...building one day last week, he found a falcon's nest on an upper ledge. A thorough cleaning nan, he swept it away. Down plunged sticks, straw and some squeaking nestlings. Down, too, with beak and talons at Victor Nave's face plunged the mother hawk, her mate hovering near with angry cries. Victor Nave, his face streaming blood, clung to the window ledge as the birds dashed at him again & again. At last he loosed his hold, steadied himself, bashed at one of the hawks with his squeegee, killed it. The other circled away, screaming angrily...