Word: rafts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...seems clear that the caucus vote split along pro-Martin versus anti-Martin lines, rather than pro-Martin versus pro-Halleck. This is not to say that Joe Martin has a raft of political enemies; on the contrary he has made an extraordinary number of personal friends on both sides of the aisle. But the G.O.P.'s disaster at the polls in November, which shaved its Congressional forces to 153 against 283 Democrats, produced a good deal of "Fire the manager" sentiment among the members of the team...
...waves began to subside, and the men lay face down. Fleming felt ice in his eyes, on his back, in his hair. The three exchanged nonsensical gibberish. Then Mays prayed. But Strzelecki slipped from the raft, clinging weakly to the side. The others, too spent to pull him aboard, held him for more than an hour. Strzelecki sobbed...
...light broke into the dirty black sky hours later. Mays thought he saw a sea gull. He looked again, saw the flashing lights of a Coast Guard twin-engined amphibian Albatross. The men tried to get up, to signal the plane, but in a moment it was gone. The raft drifted on. As the clouds broke before the sun. Fleming and Mays looked at their watches: 8:40. Then they looked at each other: their eyes were puffed, their faces red, their lips swollen, their hands cut and bruised. Yet, somehow, now that daylight had come, they were no longer...
Ahead, just then, they saw land: High Island, a small square bump in the lake. Slowly, the raft drifted toward it. Fleming turned around: behind, bearing down on them, was a ship. They were spotted. It was the Coast Guard tender Sundew. They cried: "It's coming! It's coming!" It was about 15 hours after the Bradley had gone down when they sank to their knees in thanksgiving for their own survival-and in mourning for the 33 men of the Bradley who had died on Lake Michigan in November's seas...
...true that foreigners are funny, that men are silly and that dictatorships are absurd. At any rate, British Novelist Mary McMinnies makes it seem that way. With breathless garrulity she has spun out a story about a raft of people afloat on an ocean of misery in a modern people's republic. (The country is called Slavonia, and it resembles Poland, where she once lived with a British diplomat husband.) The "visitors" of the title -Americans and Britons engaged in the black art of propaganda-never had it so good. Larry Purdoe is editor of the Voice of Britain...