Word: derelict
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...crew of 32, less lucky, found themselves on a desolate island. Faced with starvation, seven of them straggled nine miles through a bramble-clogged swamp to an Indian settlement. The Indians peeled off their ice-caked clothing, gave them food, but stolidly refused to try to reach their derelict companions. Not until four days later, when the seas had abated, were the marooned sailors rescued by a Coast Guard cutter...
Capt. Fried lowered a lifeboat manned by young Chief Officer Harry Manning and eight oarsmen from the crew. The bow oar spoke Italian. In a shrieking wind, a tortured sea, the lifeboat drew near the Florida. The bow oar translated Officer Manning's commands to the derelict crew. The lifeboat stood off 50 feet, imperiled by wash from the listing vessel, and took off 32 men, with Capt. Favaloro last. Some of the men had prepared knives and poison to commit suicide. They were starved, half-naked, half-crazy. Capt. Fried and Officer Manning got them all aboard the America...
...melted. "So you play? We must have the derelict repaired, and then you shall come whenever you feel in the mood. . . ." That was the beginning of studies which made of young O'Conrrell an accomplished composer, whose settings of religious music, even in large orchestral arrangements, are still played...
...interest in ideas about human problems without having first an even larger interest in the human beings who are faced with them, Shaw's plays, among them Major Barbara, are interesting for their people rather than their propaganda. Before any writer can portray Rummy Mitchens, a Salvation Army derelict, portrayed on the stage by Alice Cooper Cliffe, or Bill Walker (Percy Waram), he must have eaten humble cake in the mission houses of his trade. And before any writer can despise any human being as thoroughly as Author Shaw despises the son of his mouthpiece millionaire, it is necessary...
...derelict sea-captain, cadging drinks on the Baltimore wharves (according to the present editor), accosted one Brantz Mayer, swapped yarns for liquor. The captain, the accosted, the yarns, are all of a piece with garrulous South African traders who peddle reminiscence with their kitchenware. In pleasant 19th century cadences Mayer sets down the story of this Canot, Italian by birth, American by adoption, who sailed the last legal slaver before the trade was outlawed. Forced thereafter to bootleg his valuable black cargo, he practiced the proverbial sardine economy of space in his barracoon, packing his human loot spoon fashion...