Word: arounders
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...such jolly occasions, the food is always bountiful, the liquor excellent and plentiful. A teetotaler herself, Mrs. Mesta sips Coca-Cola and warily watches the spirits rise around her. She likes everybody to be gay, but not to get out of hand. It is a kind of entertaining peculiarly suited to the plain Government of plain Harry S. Truman. So is Hostess Perle Skirvin Mesta...
Little Girl. When she is asked about her past, Perle conjures up a picture of an Oklahoma childhood liberally sprinkled with scenes of little Perle in colored hair ribbons matching the sash around her waist. The little girl lived in a big, red brick mansion with stables out back, where each child had its own Shetland pony. Perle likes to say that she organized her first party on her twelfth birthday...
...haired woman of 25. Her father, William B. Skirvin, was a farm-implement salesman, a brash, stubby little cockerel of a man, who left Sturgis, Mich, and headed for the thriving Southwest. Like many another boomer, he set up in real estate in Galveston, Tex., then made a killing around Alta Loma, 18 miles north. Oldtimers are still bitter about that. Wrote...
...shadowed her to Manhattan's upper West Side. There she met a stocky, stern-eyed man in a dark overcoat and hat. For an hour and a half, without a betraying sign of recognition, they scurried by subway and bus around crowded Manhattan in an old familiar technique for shaking off shadowers. Finally, under the rumbling Third Avenue elevated, on the squalid lower East Side, the FBI agents closed in, arrested both of them. In Judith's purse was a thin, flat package. It contained, said the FBI, typewritten notes abstracted from confidential U.S. documents...
...little ill at ease and easily the soberest guest in the place, and his pretty, dark-eyed sister, a refugee from the German Eastern territories. As the host eyed the dignitaries with evident satisfaction, a friend explained to me succinctly: "He has the food, they have the titles." Around a statue of the Archangel Michael, grass skirts and American zoot-suits, favored by Munich's youthful social elite, whirled till dawn. Morning found most of Munich broke and badly hung over...