Word: ported
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Port Washington, L. I., Little Bear of the Western Long Island Sound Fleet, heeling rakishly before one of the worst blows of the season, thrashed home second in the last of six matches she had contested with Star Class boats of seven other fleets. This performance brought Little Bear's point total to 44, made her winner of the International Star Class championship trophy which she was defending for her fleet. Rhody, of the Narragansett Bay Fleet, placed second with 42 points. ¶Off Oyster Bay, L. I., a strong northwest breeze flapped the pennants and bunting of many...
This time the details he sent in were skimpy, vague. Meanwhile other reporters could find no trace of all Jarrell had seen. Revenue cutters, scouring the seas, towed nothing to port. Suspicion grew. Haled to the Herald-Tribune sanctum, Jarrell was questioned again. He stuck to his story, begged leave to bring substantiating evidence, left the office. The next mail brought a full confession that his "sea cabaret" was a myth. Sore at heart, the Herald-Tribune apologized to the public and to the other Manhattan newspapers; posted Sanford Jarrell's name on the bulletin board as "dishonorably dismissed...
...Port Sudan a minor disturbance took place...
Premier Noli of Albania made a sweeping change in the country which he governs. In honor of the late ex-President Woodrow Wilson, the port of San Giovanni di Medua, one of Albania's four harbors, was rechristened Wilson. The Premier said that Albanians feel that the U. S. President prevented the Powers from carving up the country in the peace year...
Blue water-the hulk of a smudgy oiler-the sails of little boats, like petals fallen on an azure field-the Summer sky. This is the setting that frames Marblehead, Mass., and this, in Marblehead's annual Art exhibition, is painting No. 1, by John P. Benson. Once port of call for East Indiamen, rich and important, with tea, silks and spices piled in its warehouses, the old town drowses now, lost in the hush of a dream. Wharves rot; rats squeak in deserted storerooms ; tiny pleasure-craft have replaced the tall schooners, rich Summer residents the bustling Tory...