Word: tugboaters
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...last year, she berated the restive delegates for being "extremely rude" to speakers, and then she seized the chairman's gavel and banged the hall into silence when the buzz of conversation began to drown out her own speech. Some Democrats had a name for indomitable India: "The Tugboat Annie of politics...
Before the war, the Army and Navy relied chiefly on private tugs and barges for towing and delivery jobs. During the war they acquired their own tugboat fleet, and now, possibly to keep bureaucratic empires from shrinking, there is a $100 million expansion program under way. (One House committee witness told how the Government spent $43,369 hauling $4,368 worth of scrap iron from Alaska to California.) When the Defense Department authorized its three forces to spend $10 million a year reclaiming their scrap, the Navy's Pensacola Air Station promptly spent $25,000 on a scrap press...
...slipped into Bremen from Istanbul and in waterfront bars rounded up the 40 Turkish crewmen of the Raman, an aged (1917), U.S.-built tanker of 7,800 tons which had found its way into Mardin's small merchant fleet. Five of the Turks sidled on to a German tugboat lashed alongside the Raman, and kept the tug's nightwatchman busy with a merry prattle in Turkish and gifts of Turkish cigarettes. The rest boarded the Raman and fired up her wheezy engines. Within minutes, the tanker edged away from the dock, dragging the tug with her. "Achtung!" shouted...
Full Speed Ahead. Her lights blacked out, the Raman scraped a pier, narrowly missed ramming a smaller vessel, and set off down the River Weser with the tightly lashed tugboat still bumping at her side. At a sharp bend in the channel, the Raman neatly dropped anchor in the darkness, pirouetted about the anchor chain, then hoisted anchor and headed for the open sea, 50 miles downstream. The five crewmen scrambled up from the tugboat and cut it adrift. Belching black smoke, the Raman gathered speed while her captain, Rifat Onder, turned a cold. Nelson-like eye to every signal...
Even the gulls floating down the Hudson on chunks of ice seemed perplexed. In New York's great harbor, the hoarse voice of the tugboat was stilled by a tug-crew strike. Great ocean liners wallowed like harpooned whales. Without the usual fuming tugs to nudge them into their berths, the liners had to trust to luck and the seamanship of their skippers to make port. Some made distinctly unhappy landings, others got in safely but tensely, and only a skilled and daring few did the job as though it were nothing...