Word: sea
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Commander Breck again emphasized that he was not a sentimentalist, and that he had shot more moose than any other man. "When I was not at sea, I lived in the woods. I used to use traps myself, and only slowly did I realize what a cruel thing I was doing. I made a discovery. It is was not that a device which catches a beast by the leg and holds it for hours and often days was cruel and wrong; that has been known for centuries. My discovery was that the bulk of this atrocity was so enormous...
...when some 500 boats went up to Newport and beyond. In 1909 the cruise flotilla fell foul of a blow off Cape Cod and were scattered to ports all over Massachusetts. One man was lost; many boats disabled. Since then the fleet has run less to the open sea...
Yachts are rarely wrecked. Only the sturdiest, save in exceptional cases, go far to sea. Others are shrewdly, carefully sailed or navigated. Or perhaps yachtsmen are lucky. Among the rare disasters are: The father of W. A. W. Stewart, one-time commodore of the potent Seawan-haka Yacht Club, Oyster Bay, L. I., was lost with a party in a hurricane off the Florida coast about 25 years ago. The Liev Eriksson, from Norway to Newfoundland, with a party including William Washburn Nutting was lost off Iceland in 1924. Alain J. Gerbault, famed French tennis player, bound around the world...
...book she held. Last May, when the world was in an uproar over Charles Augustus Lind- bergh's flight, Helen Keller had been informed of the incredible fact with frenzied nudges, incoherent pummelings. Now she was able to picture to herself the plane caroming through the darkness above the sea. Her sentient fingers touched the tiny mountain range that led across her page. Now he was over the green meadows of Ireland. Helen Keller smiled. When he landed, she could imagine herself hearing those cheers in a Paris twilight...
...Navy, strictly male organiza- tion, kept a secret. For some time plans had been brewing to land the giant dirigible Los Angeles on the deck of the aircraft carrier Saratoga. So delicate and important was the experiment that news was guarded until the trick was turned. Nosing out to sea last week the Los An-geles met the Saratoga off the Virginia Capes. Both headed into the light, gusty wind. The dirigible dipped gently, close to the carrier; then bucked like a frightened horse. A vagrant gust tossed it 200 feet in air. Again it angled downward, its sensitive nose...