Word: ported
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Houghton Mifflin, and a local historian, the author of Salem in the Seventeenth Century and Salem in the Eighteenth Century, His prose is as clear and dry as a salary check. He has written what is probably the best history that there is, factual and authoritative, of an American port...
Died. Meredith Nicholson, 81, last survivor of Indiana's literary Golden Age (his late contemporaries: James Whitcomb Riley, George Ade, Booth Tarking-ton), writer of once popular novels (The House of a Thousand Candles, The Port of Missing Men); in Indianapolis. Romancer Nicholson, who felt that "you have got to get some brains into public office," turned from literature to politics, practiced what he preached as Indianapolis city councilman, diplomat (U.S Minister to Paraguay, Venezuela, Nicaragua...
...storm howled along the Portuguese coast. But that night, as usual, the 20-ship fishing fleet put out from the villages of Leixões, Matosinhos, Francelos, and the others. Fishing was good, but as the wind steadily increased, ship after ship put back to port. Only four remained at sea. The storm became a hurricane...
...time. . . ." But to staid and sensible Victorians, who seemed to have a safety-valve passion for nonsense, there was nothing queer about it. Edward Lear's volumes of limericks, his world of Jumblies, scroobious snakes, runcible spoons and Dongs with Luminous Noses, set English gentlemen roaring into their port and schoolkids giggling into their bedtime hot milk...
...hurried pitching of facts to write lovingly of his subject: "A convoy is a beautiful thing. . . . The inner core of stolid merchantmen in column is never equally spaced, for each ship has individuality. . . . Around the column is thrown the screen like a loose-jointed necklace, the beads lunging to port or starboard and then snapping back . . . each destroyer nervous and questing, all eyes topside looking, ears below waterline listening, and radar antennae like cats' whiskers feeling for the enemy...