Word: nest
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Stockholm was swinging to her new course, Carstens-Johannsen turned to answer a phone call from the crow's nest reporting the movements of the fast-approaching ship. When he came back out onto the port wing of the bridge, he saw the sight he would never forget. Before him in the dark Atlantic loomed the brightly lighted shape of a passenger liner, showing her starboard green running light, and moving fatally and majestically across Stockholm's path. "Hard starboard! Full astern!" The desperate orders rang out again in the sedate courtroom. "I saw there would come...
Calm and brainy, Bell lost no time striking out into the fields he liked best-research and development. His first fighter plane in 1937 was a flying machine-gun nest ; it had twin engines, a 300-m.p.h. top speed, bristled with two 37-mm. cannon, four .50-cal. machine guns. No sooner was it aloft than Bell was busy with a radical single-engined fighter, the P-39. It was the first single-engined U.S. fighter with tricycle landing gear, had a 37-mm. cannon firing through the hollow prop hub. Expanding from 100 workers to 55,000 at five...
...Rembrandt s Man with a Golden Helmet, and she has been away a long time. Cached for safekeeping in a salt mine during World War II, she was found by U.S. troops and warehoused in Wiesbaden. Not until this summer was Nefertete wrapped in tissue paper, put in a nest of boxes filled with ground cork and gingerly brought back to her air-conditioned glass case m the museum...
...skilled practitioners in the ambiguous craft of whittling the Irish character into attractive shape is Walter Macken, and his product is as exportable as the golden Irish whisky that sells for a duty-free $1.50 a fifth at Shannon Airport. Macken's wild geese fly west, sometimes to nest in their natural habitat in the U.S. book club (his novel, Rain on the Wind, was a Literary Guild selection). He specializes in the most Irish part of Ireland, i.e., Galway in the west, least touched by the modern (or non-Irish) world...
...least, these are all his worries until Dr. Andrew Butler, an English anthropologist "with a class of hair like an old nest," puts up at Mangan's Hotel for some rest after a breakdown from overwork on the tribal customs of the Congo. All might have been well had Dr. Butler not written a feature article for the London press. Butler included a description of nuns from the Patrickstown convent jumping over fires on Midsummer Eve and made some unfortunate references to some of the rites of The Golden Bough in connection with these innocent goings...