Word: skippering
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...night of Dec. 27, 1951 fell black and squally over Formosa Strait. Through the choppy waters, the U.S.S. Higbee, a 2,425-ton radar-picket destroyer, steamed cautiously on patrol. Her skipper, Commander Verner J. Soballe, dozed fitfully in his sea cabin. But the Higbee was alert. Men on watch stood by the five-inch guns, and down below soundmen listened intently for signs of prowling enemy submarines...
Ever since word flashed across the Atlantic that Captain Kurt Carlsen was safe, Manhattan had been waiting impatiently for him. Reporters dug into the history of the skipper of the Flying Enterprise, interviewed his family and crew. People read that he had learned his deep-water trade by crossing the Atlantic ten times in sailing ships, that he had made up his mind to be a sailor at the age of eleven, and stubbornly insisted on taking his old rowboat into the most dangerous waters around his home at Hamlet-haunted Elsinore, Denmark. By the time Carlsen arrived last week...
...whistles of 300 ships tooted a greeting when he sailed up the harbor on the Coast Guard cutter Sank. Half a million people cheered the skipper as he paraded up Broadway. "I just wanted to kiss him," a young girl hollered indignantly after chasing the skipper's car for eight blocks. From every window, ticker tape and confetti poured down, 75 tons of it. At a luncheon in his honor, Carlsen turned down a gold watch sent him by a wellwisher. Said he: "Please accept a simple seaman's simple thanks...
...hail to the skippers With fate beyond the skies, All hail to the skipper Of the Flying Enterprise...
...Month of Sundays," a new musical based on a comedy by Victor Wolfson, has to do with the machinations of an amiable old excursion boat skipper, who goes to rather bizarre lengths to keep his condemned ferry from being converted into a garbage scow. After two hours with his passengers one can be pardoned for wondering why he doesn't just turn the damn thing over to the Sanitation Department...