Word: southbound
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...thicken as dawn came. Suddenly, 20 feet dead ahead, a great silhouette showed. Fred Bourque shouted a warning to Billy Oilman at the wheel, ran aft. In less time than it takes to gut a cod the Isabelle Parker had piled halfway through the Gloucesterman Edith C. Rose, southbound with her hold stuffed with catch from Brown's Bank. The watch below came tumbling up in undershirts. They saw that it was over for both ships...
After this spiritual death, his adventures are carnal enough. He turns up on a southbound tramp steamer, becomes embroiled in an abortive Haitian rebellion, tries his hand at Washington politics. As the War begins he becomes a-foreign correspondent-on the German side. When the U. S. is on the brink of joining the Allies, he carries on underground anti-Ally propaganda to keep the U. S. out. Courting but never really espousing lost causes, living up to his ideals but not to his talents, he scorns worldly success, of course never gets it. At the end, all the rapscallion...
Last week, as they started their annual southern flight, the geese made news again that thinned out into another mystery: Royal Canadian Mounted Police, Eskimos and Indians reported that the geese had almost no young birds with them, although about 50% of the southbound flocks are usually goslings. Possible explanation: The nestlings were struck by an eastern Arctic storm which only the older birds were able to escape...
...Operator Farquhar J. Southbound at Portage and Main at 1:10. Two men (drunk) sitting about centre of car felt sick, and before getting off vomited on floor near window. Liquid trickled through panel on floor causing a short circuit. . . . Spark from short circuit caused the alcohol to explode and the flame shot upwards and singed the eyebrows of Mr. W. Alsip, 216 Stafford. . . . Mr. Alsip said he was all right...
Early one morning last week on the Pennsylvania Railroad tracks just outside Grand Rapids, Mich, two special trains passed each other in opposite directions. At the end of the southbound train was the private car, David Livingstone. At the end of the northbound train was another private car, Pioneer. As the racket of passing abruptly ceased, someone on the back platform of David Livingstone raised his arm, threw something. A handful of small objects rattled on the rear platform of Pioneer. A Secret Service man snatched at one, scrutinized it suspiciously. It was a Landon campaign button...