Word: waterfront
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...waterfront, two coal barges burned and smoked. The pier had disappeared and so had the lighters and the twelve railroad cars. The Stink House was a torn, shattered wreck; fire danced in its innards. Unexploded mines were scattered for hundreds of yards, embedded in coal piles and backyards, teetering on roofs. In a still smoking area, littered with dead fish, four bodies were found, but that was all. There was no trace of the 31 men who had been working on the dock. They had been blown to bits...
...north as Virginia. In the 232 years since Blackbeard's death, the gulf has been a highway for smuggling between Trinidad and the South American mainland. But for a time this month smugglers and even honest fishermen feared to venture to sea. Word had run along the waterfront that once again pirates were operating in the Gulf of Paria...
...rival, the CISL-Confederazione Italiana Sindacate Lavoratori (Italian Confederation of Workers' Trade Unions). CISL (pronounced chisel) started growing two years ago as a Christian Democrat splinter of the Communist union, has grown steadily and courageously, chiseled deeply into Red trade union strength. Last month the Communists called a waterfront strike against U.S. arms shipments. CISL unionists, under police guard, broke it by unloading American weapons at Naples...
Ever since her birth in an evil-smelling slum in the Adriatic port of Ancona, life had been hard for Palmira Carloni. After nearly half a century of never-ending work, she still managed to avoid starvation only by selling salted lupine seeds along Ancona's waterfront. Two of the ten children she had borne her deckhand husband died for want of food. But Palmira was strong because she had faith...
...Glimpse of Heaven. One morning last week as Palmira sat by the waterfront selling her lupines, three ships dropped anchor in Ancona harbor. On two of them, the U.S. destroyers Glennon and George K. MacKenzie, she wasted no attention, but her heart went out to the black, unkempt hull of the third ship. It was the Soviet freighter Dmitry Pozharsky and from its stern flapped a ragged red flag. With tears in her eyes Palmira called out to her eldest daughter, "Look, Roma, it's come." Then the two scurried off through Ancona's alleyways, routing...