Word: piers
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Last week, at long last, all was in readiness aboard the S. S. Ryndam at her Hoboken pier. Trunks were swinging to the hold. Librarian Stevens (Williams College) was arranging her shelves (a complete college reference room). Henry J. Allen, onetime (1919-23) governor of Kansas, was winding up his arrangements to publish a daily newspaper on board, representative and facsimile of 48 U. S. dailies. At his home in Cleveland, Dr. Charles Thwing, president-emeritus of Western Reserve University and national president of Phi Beta Kappa, assembled his effects and, with Mrs. Thwing, went on from Cleveland...
...sell on any of its ships, was littered with candy, flowers, books, tokens of goodwill left by the employes who had come down to see him off. Now these employes were hurrying down the gangplank. Sanders Wertheim could see them beaming at him, packed inside a rope on the pier. Ah, for a gesture, a gesture proper for the farewell of a man who traveled in the Prince of Wales' suite, a man who had risen to the top. Sanders Wertheim fumbled in his pocket, produced a five dollar goldpiece, flung it onto the pier. His employes, heads...
...minutes in the water, she had landed at Kingsdown Beach, beating by two hours the best male record for the Channel, herself the first woman in the world to swim across; when her tug, the Alsace, had taken her around to Dover and the crowd was shouting on the pier-a customs official came aboard. For an hour he kept the whole party waiting while he asked questions. What was her name? Her race? Her age? He turned to the stout, red-faced individual beside her. Would he be good enough to state his profession? "Potztausend!" cried Father Ederle, looking...
...customs men had gone through her boxes quickly and she was free to leave. Most of the other passengers from the Majestic still sat about, perched on trunks or, wearily, on baggage carts, in the salt-smelling cavern of the pier. She moved away, accompanied by a handsome woman of 45, whose maternal caveat alone discouraged the imminent addresses of a young man in a Panama, who had been staring for fifteen minutes with a sort of scholarly zeal, as if, he seemed to say, her face reminded him of someone. As she passed through the ticket lines he turned...
Helen Wills was never excited about committee receptions and tugboats filled with flowers. Indeed, she has just begun to dislike them. That was why the exclamation of the youth on the pier marked off a cycle; it reminded her how delightful it is to be a private citizen and-just sometimes-to be recognized. She was a very different person, this amused woman in the satin traveling suit by Callot, with her just-inspected trunks packed with the dreams of Patou, from the pig-tailed girl in white duck, who played on Long Island five years...