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...usual, had to get the lowdown by devious methods. Across Twelfth Avenue from Pier 90, in a waterfront joint called the Anchor, Queen Elizabeth's crew gradually spilled the beans. Whoever would talk got free drinks. Some of the men were reticent and asked not to be quoted. Senior Printer Pearce Jones not only consented to be quoted; he insisted. "I am protected," he said, "by the Typographical Society of Great Britain and Ireland." Greaser Tom Barber and Fireman Jim O'Brien and Engineer Peter Johnson were in fine form. Oiler Jack Sykes babbled in Cockney. Gradually...
...Queen Elizabeth would incur no new rental charges at Cunard's Pier 90, chartered by the year for $189,188. But Mauretania, moved to new space to make room for Q. E., will entail a new rental fee for Cunard. Mauretania was berthed at Pier 86, which until October was rented to North German Lloyd and held the Bremen just before her dash home...
...Alfredo Guide's Stevedores at Rest, three dark, serene Latins reclining on a pier, spaciously suggesting...
White, Federal and Diamond T trucks, and most trucks made by the automobile companies, went on display downstairs from the gaiety of Chicago's regular Auto Show. Sixty blocks away at Navy Pier, National Motor Truck Show, Inc. (grumbling that Automobile Manufacturers Association had hogged half of its exhibitors) put on a technical truckman's exhibit of new monsters, eight-wheelers, trucks that do two things at once. Individualist Henry Ford played along with both; until the middle of the week he exhibited at A.M.A., and then he moved his exhibit to Navy Pier and opened again...
Along the Labrador Coast from Battle Harbor to Nain, tiny settlements lie huddled at the foot of towering, rocky cliffs. Several weatherbeaten shacks, a pier or two, boats and nets hung up to dry, comprise the weary picture. Almost no motion is apparent. Everywhere are rocks and mosquitoes and marshes extending as far as the eye can see. And smothering the scene like a heavy blanket is the smell of drying and decaying fish. For it is summer and the people who cling precariously to the shoreline are codfishing for existence...