Word: armchairs
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...execute the laws of Congress." Two years ago Dewey's widow died. Last week old friends went to see the residue of the Dewey glory sold. Mrs. Evelyn Walsh McLean, who was swindled out of $106,000 in an effort to find the Lindbergh baby, bought the walnut armchair that was the hero's deck chair on his flagship the Olympia for $11. A moosehorn liquor set that her estranged husband had given the admiral she got for $30. The four red lacquer tea tables, gift of the Emperor of Japan, went to Abraham Lincoln's granddaughter...
...Ringling was in a private hospital recovering from an amputation of both legs. Mr. Ringling, who was actually at Coney Island's Half Moon Hotel recovering from an infected blister on his instep, was exceedingly angry. The huge moon-faced circus tycoon summoned the Press. Sitting in an armchair, he waved two thick, muscular legs at the reporters and shouted: "It's terrible to send out a story of that kind. I have many friends all over the country and they will be shocked when they read that one of my legs, or both, have been amputated." What...
...Switzerland some people go to sanatoriums just for fun. What, if anything, was the matter with the curvesome Cuban brunette remains her secret. In a whirlwind armchair courtship she accepted flowers from Don Alfonso, gently agreed to his renouncing royal rights in order to marry a commoner and two weeks ago posed with him elaborately for movietones while her impish sister whistled "Who Stole My Heart Away...
...Mornington and father of the first Wellington, had tastes which were singular indeed in the begetter of an Iron Duke. It is known to relatively few Americans, save such insatiable antiquaries as myself, that the Earl of Mornington was addicted to playing violin sonatas while seated in an armchair upholstered with orchid-colored velvet, composed numerous four-voiced glees, two of which were named respectively "Gently Hear Me, Charming Maiden" and "Come, Fairest Nymph...
Deep in an armchair, with a cocktail at my elbow, I relished TIME'S report on Technocracy. . . . Aside from being informative, the article was TIME-worthy in another respect. Perhaps it was the amiable cocktail, but when I came to the word "obfuscated." I smiled. And when, in the same paragraph, I reached "rodomontade," I chuckled aloud...