Word: penobscots
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Adirondacks; the West Branch Penobscot in Maine; Frying Pan Creek, out of Aspen, in Colorado; or the Gunnison, in southern Colorado ? Sun Valley has a trick of producing an expansive spirit in writers, as I know. But is Silver Creek really that good...
...calls itself "The Harp Center of the Universe." From now until September, except for the short hours from midnight to dawn, the ring of their gold-plated harps will argue with the soft whisper of wind in the firs and the beat of the sea against the cliffs of Penobscot...
...recurrent shocks of prosperity have shaken New England out of a resigned preoccupation with its past. From the Penobscot to the Housatonic, shipyards clang. Spindles are singing again in textile mills, turning out Army uniforms. Pretty, white-spired New England villages, asleep in their history, have stirred themselves to produce millions of small war parts. Connecticut, aswarm with producers of firearms, propellers and engines, rightfully calls herself the No. 1 Arsenal in the Arsenal of Democracy. Small, bellicose Vermont was the first state to declare war on the Axis-nine weeks before Pearl Harbor, Vermont began paying soldier bonuses because...
...heavy all day over the far reaches of Penobscot Bay, had gradually lifted and faded; about 3 o'clock the watchers saw the top-heavy, bulging, comfortable Presidential yacht coming around the breakwater, could see beyond it the escorting Coast Guard cutter Calypso, sleek, dangerous, moving like a loafing shark...
...From Penobscot to San Pedro the corridors of U. S. public buildings echoed last week-as for four weeks before-with the tread of tentative but determined feet. Faced with the greatest defense crisis in U. S. history, young folks were mobilizing. Their march led to no military camp but to the marriage-license bureau. From hundreds of churches and magistrates' offices paraded husky young men, brides on their arms, who preferred Mendelssohn to Sousa...