Word: seamans
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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While writers of three generations have been spinning yarns on the epic of the fighting frigate that captured the British vessel Guerriere, and motion pictures of this generation have aided in immortalizing it, the tale of a seaman eye-witness of its greatest victory has lain hidden in an old yellowed pamphlet in the College Library...
...Japanese gunboat in the harbor, and with great coolness brought 160 Japanese citizens in safety from the city. ¶ At Nanking were killed: one U. S. citizen, the Harbor Master and Mr. L. S. Smith, both Britons, one French and one Italian Catholic priest and one unidentified Japanese seaman...
Shortly afterwards, Leys and Plumer returned to Seattle, where they separated. The former became a seaman on the "Bay State" bound for Yokohama, Kobe, Shanghai, and Hongkong. It was at the last port that he went ashore, lured by the prospect of work because of the shipping strike which had just set in and which later became a serious boycott. Leys worked with coolies, attained the dignity of winch-driver, and later made out to the ships daily to cargo with his gang of riff-raff and strike-breakers, returning at night under a pelter of stones from the strikers...
...race of life goes seldom to the fleet of foot. More often it is won by some innovator who procures a motorcycle and rides to victory amid envious shouts of "Unfair!" Such an innovator is tall,* big-boned Baron Kylsant of Carmarthen, never a seaman but the world's greatest shipman. He towered to international fame (TIME, Dec. 6) when the Royal Mail Line of which he is Chairman bought the White Star. Last week correspondents enthroned him as a personage by cabling to the world's ends a speech which he made in London before the Institute...
...upon the pitching deck of the U. S. clipper, Witch of the West, towards the evening of the 8th of July, 1822, is tossed a frail figure of perfections angelic rather than human. Its youthful, milk-white features are serene in apparent death. David Butternut, young and gigantic able seaman, trembles at the sight. Only a few hours before he has knocked dead a man who, though an arrant scoundrel, bore just such a seraphic countenance. Now remorseful and half afraid lest this be his victim's ghost, David kneels, chafes the seeming corpse's slender, blue-veined...