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...last plunge in the surf from the long beach where the tide comes in like a racing current . . . . a last glance from the bluffs where the lighthouse blinks across the sea toward Portugal . . . . a last look at the rose-covered cottages, the winding streets, the open moors where the red deer browse . . . . a warning whistle from the boat . . . . assorted farewells . . . . the little yachts with the bright-colored sails fade away in the twilight . . . . back to Boston, back to Cambridge, back to politics, depression, newspapers, prohibition, bad weather, books and autumn . . . . And then cometh Atropos...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Student Vagabond | 9/21/1932 | See Source »

Cartoonist Robert L. Ripley's nationa "Believe It or Not" contest was won by Brooklyn's Clinton W. Blume with a proved story of losing an initialed scrubbing brush in 1918 near the coast of France, finding it a year later in the surf at Manhattan Beach where he was a life guard...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Jul. 4, 1932 | 7/4/1932 | See Source »

...this position she lays her eggs. The male lies arched beside her ready to fertilize the eggs. It is when the females are struggling to extricate themselves from their half-buried positions that they seem to 'stand on their tails and dance to the rhythm of the surf...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Animals: Dancing Fish | 5/9/1932 | See Source »

...like a rifle sight on the profile of Blue Bird's is-ft. bonnet, he gathered speed going south along the beach. Nearing the grandstand at the start of the mile, the sound of Bine Bird's motor was first a low undertone to the warm purr of the surf, then a thundering roar, then a mighty shout of speed and wind as the car blurred past...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Old Car | 3/7/1932 | See Source »

...another young man and, beside him, a mummy-like thing roped up in a sheet. Officer Harbottle ripped open the sheet, was horrified to discover that it contained the naked corpse of Joe Kahahawai, a bullet hole through his chest. . . . Down the road lay Koko Head with its pounding surf from which nothing, dead or alive, ever returns to tell tales...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RACES: Murder in Paradise | 1/18/1932 | See Source »

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