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...fishing trip started late the next afternoon when the President boarded the Potomac at Poughkeepsie's wharf. Mrs. Roosevelt, White House attaches and a hundred or so neighbors were on hand to see him off. Aboard were WPAdministrator Harry L. Hopkins, who usually falls asleep as soon as he gets on a boat; Naval Aide Paul Bastedo; Physician Ross McIntyre; and Son James Roosevelt who, with Steve Early in Washington and Marvin Mclntyre on vacation, was getting his first taste of single-handed duty as one of his father's secretarial triumvirate...
...Chatham the Little Theatre, at Centerville the Mary Young Theatre (leading lady: Dorothy Stone) start their seasons this week. Provincetown's historic Wharf Theatre, a descendant of George Cram Cook's and Mary Heaton Vorse's old Provincetown Playhouse where Eugene O'Neill's work was first performed, carries on with a ten-week season opening with Leona Powers in Her Master's Voice. Most successful of Cape summer companies is Raymond Moore's Cape Play-house at Dennis. A landscape painter fresh from Leland Stanford, Director Moore served a hitch...
...London, sailing of the S.S. American Farmer was delayed twelve hours when four circus elephants sat down on the wharf, refused to go aboard until an attendant dangled an apple in front of them...
...while the conductor collects 5?-fares (conductors traditionally make wisecracks. Sample: "Conductor, do you stop at the Fairmont?" "Gosh no, lady, not on my pay."). Down one side of the hill the car presently slips, while gripman and conductor heave at brakes, to famed, odoriferous Fisher|man's Wharf, where Baseballer Joe Di Maggio got his start and where his two brothers still run a stand...
...which he received the appointment of Comptroller of Customs on wools, hides, and woll-fells in the port of London. By grant of the mayor and aldermen he occupied an entire dwelling on top of Aldsgate, ten minutes' walk from the quay known as Wool wharf where he worked over dull figures in heavy ledgers. Here at the eastern edge of turbulent little London, high over a busy street, and above his modestly-stocked buttery, the poet passed another decade--reading, writing, and drinking from the King's daily pitcher of wine. Only one passage in all his work refers...