Word: aboard
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...cigarets from mouths, or hands from pockets. The Royal Navy appreciates what tough work it is they do, having a mine-sweeping fleet of its own. Publicly discovered last week was the fact that Robin Inskip, 22, son of Viscount Caldecote (Lord Chancellor in the Chamberlain War Cabinet), was aboard the mine sweeper Aragonite when she was blown out of water last fortnight with serious injury to four men. Safe home in London with his family, Robin Inskip chirped: "A bit of a shakeup...
...armed, had been altered to resemble a British ship. They also said the two ships had finally made a break because their crews were becoming restive, cooped up on short rations. Windhuk had a crew picked from other German ships lying in Lobito. She still carried several passengers stuck aboard her for three months...
...boat." But these words went out to the tune of more titanic explosions, under the hulls of Pilsudski, the 14,294-ton flagship of the Polish merchant marine, chartered by the British Government when Poland disappeared, and of Spaarndam, 8,857-ton Holland-America freighter in the Thames estuary. Aboard Pilsudski, torpedoed northwest of Britain, were only her Polish crew and some British cooks, of whom seven perished. Captain Mamert Stankiewicz, injured by the explosion, waited until the last instant before diving from his bridge into the icy sea. He died on a rescue ship. Killed on Spaarndam were four...
...Paris chuffed last week a special train crammed with statesmen and ambassadors. Speeding through the "Chateau Country" it rolled down the beauteous Valley of the Loire on an extra-special mission. Aboard were nearly all members of the new expatriate "Government of Poland" recently set up at Paris (TIME...
Young Sebastian Bannon, who likes the sea better than Harvard Law School, ships aboard the Gloucester halibut-trawler Susan Dillon for the winter voyage, greenest of a crew of unanimous goldenhearts. Of sailing, the weathers of the winter sea, the fishing itself, physical action and hardship, he gives a rimy, brilliant account. In the best pages of the book Sebastian, lost at sea, rows his dead dory-mate 100 miles to land, his hands frozen to the oars. He and his rescuer, a young woman, are marooned on (and rescued from) a somewhat Melvilleian iceberg which mystically wanders...