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...manner grandly reminiscent of clipper ships days, the Queen Mary slipped into port helped only by a rowboat, several stevedores, and St. Christopher. Owing to the New York tugboat strike, the Cunard liner did not have its customary twelve pushers as it arrived off the Fiftieth Street pier in early morning sunlight. On its bridge stood Commodore Robert B. Irving who observed the state of the weather and declared it deal, then took out his gold medal of the patron saint of travelers. In his own words" "I looked at his kindly face and asked: 'Shall...
With a minimum of fanfare he ordered two heaving lines, attached to huge hawsers, to be dropped to a rowboat almost infinitesimal beside the liner. This craft ferried the lines of the pier, where they were hauled in by stevedores to the rhythm of a modern chantey that fitted in with the scene of a mechanical smoke and steel. Finally, after the snapping and curling of the forward hawser, three frantic excursions by the rowboat, and the working of winches and propellors, the ship was made sung. Rolling like the master of an old sailing ship, in which school...
...Police searched gingerly among the pilings under the walk while members of the volunteer fire department warned people to stay indoors. When police finally sighted Tuffy, they blazed away, slightly wounded him. He disappeared again. Two hours later Patrolman John Gares sighted the lion out on a wire-enclosed pier, crept up within five feet, shot him between the eyes...
...Ocean Drive and the Clambake Club were demolished. Mrs. Harry Payne Whitney's sculpture studio was torn off its cliff. Mrs. Jock Whitney's aunt, Mrs. John C. Norris and her son John C. Jr., were drowned in their car as they tried to motor from Narragansett Pier. In a house at Misquamicut, ten women holding a church social were drowned...
...water of the Potato Patch, where the Atlantic currents sweep around Coney Island into Gravesend Bay in New York Harbor, seagoing, 23-year-old Cowboy William J. ("Tex") Langford poked the nose of a $100 put-put in which he had sputtered down from Boston. Moored just off the pier he tied up to was a slim, long yacht hull. The masts were off her, she could have done with some swabbing, but to Tex's longing eyes she was a jimdandy. To a benign-looking stranger gazing off to sea he said so. Then things took a fairy...