Word: aire
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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From such a countryside not yet at war, but grimly preparing for the worst, did Finland's gruff, humbly born, dark-bearded and deeply beloved President Kyosti Kallio last week depart. He left Helsinki by air for Stockholm to confer in desperate earnest with the three tall, umptigenarian Kings of Scandinavia, all markedly democratic, each a devout Lutheran and all keenly aware that the unleashed might of ruthless, un-Christian Bolsheviks and Nazis now menaces the peaceful Nordic States...
...their "strictly neutral" status, but Neighbor Denmark felt obliged to sign, and this marked the first minor break in the Neutral Front of the Nordic Bloc. Whether or not the Führer can use it as an opening wedge, Scandinavia was becoming war-jittery, Stockholm citizens were building air-raid shelters, and Norway, Sweden and Denmark were reported on the point of placing orders in the U. S. for war planes...
...years ago the Chicago Woman's Symphony got itself a permanent woman conductor, a husky, blonde Swedish-American from Lindsborg, Kans., named Ebba Sundstrom, and went to work in earnest. But while its concerts swept by with an air of drawing-room dignity, its private meetings and rehearsals seethed with back-bitings, hair pullings. Socialite sponsors quarreled with each other; the women musicians quarreled with Conductress Sundstrom. Several times it looked as if the show could not go on. In 1937, with a deficit of $3,500 on their hands, the orchestra's board of directors elected socialite...
...amber, the Lalique styles from severe to elaborate, the Lalique sculpture from playful to precise. In many an onlooker's mind was the Rond-Point on Paris' Champs-Elysées, where Lalique fountains, illuminated in pre-blackout evenings, sent showers of crystal drops curving high in air...
...lumberjacks and jeans, in skating skirts and golf socks, in ski pants and starched white spats, 100-odd socialites gathered last week on the rambling estate of Capitalist Oakleigh Thorne at Millbrook, N. Y. Sniffing the crisp Dutchess County air, they galumphed over the meadows, up & down hill, tripping over cornstalks, leaping heavily over brooks & briars-in pursuit of a pack of beagles who were in pursuit of a wily hare. Local farmers would never go in for such crosscountry foolishness, but if they did, they would call it a rabbit hunt. In sport parlance this mixture of old clothes...