Word: ported
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Cambridge University crew at their training quarters, Richmond-on-the-Thames, England (TIME, March 14), the president of the rival Oxford eight, also in training, made a statement in behalf of his men. They would drink dark beer during the training period as a matter of course; would sip port on alternate nights; once a week indulge in champagne...
Southward from Tokyo to the sea, railway tracks writhed and telegraph poles came reeling down as the earth crust moved and slithered. With all communications cut, soaring airplanes could only report that at Osaka, second largest city of Japan, fires had broken out, and that Kobe, third city, biggest port, was in confusion. Reputedly, the Amarubes Bridge, longest railway bridge in the Far East, had shaken down...
...they went in and out to the waterfront, past the already world-famed Absinthe House, to the levees where thousands of one-way flat boats, manned by grizzly "Kaintucks" lay at anchor. New Orleans was the richest city in the Americas and rivaled New York as a port. Bushy-whiskered rivermen were resentfully discussing that "outrageous sale of Louisiana to the United States." The boys disappeared in the bales piled high on the wharf. The suspicious guardsman peered about for a while, looked out over the muddy Mississippi and the waving grasses back in the impenetrable swamps, spat, returned...
...South Atlantic moved steadily beneath him . . . 500 miles . . . 1000 miles . . . more water and more water . . . an equatorial downpour . . . then an island. Commander Francesco de Pinedo consulted his fuel gauges. Yes, there might be enough left. The maps said only 270 miles from this island, Fernando Noronha, to Port Natal on the easternmost shoulder of South America. There must be enough fuel left, for the glory of Fascismo. Commander de Pinedo circled the island, so that he might know it well, then flew ahead. He had been flying since an African moon flooded Porto Praya in the Cape Verde Islands...
...crisp, discerning picture of what the East is now-not was 30 years ago when Aunt Florence was there-the book deserves a place on the bookshelf of even a confirmed domiciler. How many stay-at-homes, or travelers either, know that French Indo-China boasts a chief port (Saigon) which thoroughly deserves its nickname, "Paris of the East"? There you can sit at an iron café table, surrounded by boulevardiers who speak only French, for all the world as though the Place de l'Opera were around the corner, and Montmartre just up the hill. Nearby...