Word: ported
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...steamed back to port, the crew hung an oversize broom on a mast. It was a symbol for "sweeping the sea," and a rehearsal for the day when the United States hopes to win the Blue Ribbon Atlantic speed record from the Queen Mary (three days and 20 hours, 42 minutes, or an average speed of 31.69 knots), and bring the prize to the U.S. for the first time in 100 years.* The United States will sail July 3 on her maiden voyage under Commodore Harry Manning. Weather permitting, Commodore Manning hopes to capture the speed record on the first...
...long as 36 hours before the ship docks, even in calm weather, Manning takes his only sleep in catnaps; he hardly stays in his cabin long enough to shave. Nor does the commodore completely relax in port. He has never been to Paris because he can't leave his ship that long. This fanatic devotion to duty has taken its toll in Manning's personal life. Twelve years ago he married Florence Isabella Trowbridge Heaton, whom he met on a crossing. They were divorced two years later, shortly after their daughter was born. Explains Manning: "I couldn...
Once, as second officer of the George Washington, he was making port when he found himself behind schedule. While the captain wasn't looking, Manning set the bridge clock back. What would Commodore Manning do if his own junior officers tried such tricks today? Manning's reply: "There are no officers like me today...
...Come Home." That rescue was only the first of Manning's many newsmaking exploits. He saved Flyer Lou Reichers after his plane had fallen into the Atlantic; twice, in port, he dived over the side for men overboard. He learned to fly, made Sunday inspections of his ship from the air, and blasted the crew next day if he found anything not shipshape...
...money in crackling banknotes, and with his usual care and sense of awe stuffed them into his briefcase. He felt giddy; his hand was sweaty, his throat dry. Clutching the briefcase, he hastened into a cafe, gulped a beer. In other cafes he had other beers, finally switched to port. Walking on rosy clouds, he passed a sandwichman who handed him an advertising circular. Suddenly the dream crystallized. Said Maxime: "You have given me something...