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...Island yard for the U. S. Navy at a cost of $4,000,000. When the morning chosen for the launching arrived, Miss Cora Arinna Marsh of New London, Conn., great-great-granddaughter of Lieut. Nathaniel Fanning, Revolutionary naval hero dressed in her smartest clothes, journeyed to a Manhattan pier and waited to be ferried to Staten Island on an official tug. At the same time more than 250 invited guests made their way to the shipyard, where they expected to cheer Miss Marsh as she proudly blurted out the name of her illustrious ancestor and splintered the champagne bottle...
...appointed hour anxious company officials greeted Miss Marsh at the pier, expressed their regrets, told her there could be no launching, because 1,500 members of the Industrial Union of Marine & Shipbuilding Workers employed at the yard had most embarrassingly struck that morning, refusing either to work or go home before quitting time. They claimed their employers had failed to live up to the wage and working conditions sections of their contract. Back to New London went Miss Marsh...
...half tons of superfine young womanhood were shipped into Atlantic City last week for the 10th Annual Beauty Pageant of the Showmen's Variety Jubilee. No sooner had the 48 girls arrived than Mayor Charles D. White whisked them off to the Steel Pier, launched them on a five-day program designed to promote Atlantic City, produce Miss America...
Next morning Ruby Hart ("Miss Nebraska") announced that she was homesick, sped to Newark airport, flew back to Omaha. That left only 47 beauties to appear that evening in the ballroom of the Steel Pier before a committee composed of Illustrators James Montgomery Flagg and Russell Patterson, Vincent Trotter of Paramount Pictures' Art Department, George B. Petty of Esquire, Photographer Hal Phyfe. Black-haired, blue-eyed Rose Veronica Coyle, 22, of Yeadon, Pa. became "Miss America of 1936," won a trip by air to Hollywood and a screen test.* Convulsively clutching her loving-cup, Rose Veronica Coyle beamed, squealed...
With a wave of his straw hat, gracious, gangling Director George Harold Edgell, of the Boston Museum of Fine Arts stepped into the gondola of a police motor-cycle at Cunard's Pier in East Boston last month and went popping through the Sumner Tunnel to Huntington Avenue and the Museum. Behind him in two bunting-draped trucks rumbled the most valuable collection of Japanese art ever to have left Japan. It was the nucleus of an exhibition which opened this week, and which should rival in importance London's great Chinese art exhibition of last winter...