Word: oilers
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...observers noted as significant that last week the supreme command of the Soviet forces threatening China was entrusted to a Comrade-Commander who, paradoxically, once served in the Chinese Revolution as staff adviser to Marshal (now President) Chiang Kaishek. The Comrade-Commander is Vassili Constan-tinovitch Blücher, onetime oiler of Tsarist locomotives, today the most important man in Asia...
Henry John Sinclair, oiler, came by the Mauretania. Oiler Sinclair, 21, is also 2nd Baron Pentland, grandson of the Marquess of Aberdeen, not to be confused with Oilman Harry Ford Sinclair. Like Oilman Sinclair, Oiler Sinclair avoids cricket. Unlike Oilman Sinclair, Oiler Sinclair enjoys crossing the Atlantic in the engine room of a liner. Observed Lord Pentland, democratically: "I found the crew ... a fine lot of men." After lavishing $3.95 upon Manhattan gayeties ($3.85 for a theatre ticket, 10? for subway fare), he returned on the Mauretania to Frognal End, Frognal Gardens, Hampstead, N.W.3., London, England...
With the State Department's approval, Secretary Wilbur of the Navy last week ordered 1.400 U. S. Marines to join their 1,415 companions already in Nicaragua. Instead of troopships. Secretary Wilbur assigned a minelayer, a submarine tender and three cruisers to transport the men; an oiler and an ammunition ship to carry their supplies...
...Swimming Pool" with her daughter Princess Ileana and son, Prince Nicholas; took tea with Mrs. Woodrow Wilson in the latter's stateroom; visited the engine-room and shook hands with several minions who had been provided with white gloves against this contingency; was informed by a gallant engine oiler that Rumanian engine oil is best; was presented with what the donors described as "the finest watch in the World" (smaller than a dime) by high seas representatives of the New York News Photographers' Association who snapped Her Majesty incessantly; visited the steerage and kissed there a Rumanian baby...
Blue water-the hulk of a smudgy oiler-the sails of little boats, like petals fallen on an azure field-the Summer sky. This is the setting that frames Marblehead, Mass., and this, in Marblehead's annual Art exhibition, is painting No. 1, by John P. Benson. Once port of call for East Indiamen, rich and important, with tea, silks and spices piled in its warehouses, the old town drowses now, lost in the hush of a dream. Wharves rot; rats squeak in deserted storerooms ; tiny pleasure-craft have replaced the tall schooners, rich Summer residents the bustling Tory...