Word: skippered
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...that night the Schodack circled the stricken Norwegian, Skipper Clifton Smith pouring out oil to smooth the way for another lifeboat. In the early morning one of the Smaragd's boats made it with seven men. Then the Schodack lowered a second boat, reached the Smaragd and took off the captain and his family, the rest of the crew, two pet dogs. Radioing his owners, the Cosmopolitan Shipping Co., Inc., Captain Smith was brief and businesslike. "It was tough going. . . . We will need a new lifeboat...
Married. Captain Angus Walters, 55, peppery skipper of the full-rigged Canadian schooner Bluenose, winner of the International Fishermen's Trophy (TIME, Nov. 7); and Mildred Butler, 28-year-old Nova Scotian; in Halifax. In Boston on his wedding trip, Captain Walters admitted that he was also trying to collect $6,000 in expense money because the race had been delayed. Said he: "The people of Canada will consider it an insult if payment isn't made soon...
Bluenose (slang term for a Nova Scotian) was defending the International Fishermen's Trophy for the fourth time under her skipper, Captain Angus Walters, a peppery old salt. The challenger, Gertrude L. Thebaud (named after the wife of a Gloucester summer resident who put up most of the $78,000 necessary to build her eight years ago), was making her second attempt to regain the trophy-with Captain Ben Pine at the wheel...
...Cunard pier. Soon rhythmically functioning stevedore crews had the ship's main hawsers fast. Over board went more heaving lines, back & forth skipped the rowboat, and at 6:44 the Queen Mary was snug in her berth, gang planks in position to land her 1,602 passengers. No skipper had ever docked so large a vessel unaided...
Commodore Robert Beaufin Irving, the ship's greying, trained-in-sail skipper, gave credit where credit seemed due-to the balmy weather and to St. Christopher, patron saint of travelers. No Roman Catholic, but a stanch Covenanter, Commodore Irving totes two St. Christophers, one a statue given him by a Galway pilot, the other a medal from a passenger. Swore he: "I spun that medal around and said, 'Well, St. Chris, what about it?' He said, 'Go to it.' " Next day sheepish operators and tug hands came to a hasty agreement. Said chagrined Tsar Ryan...