Word: au
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...kind of detail-cracking, eleven-hour-a-day executive that any topflight Detroit industrialist could understand. He rises in the dawn cacophony of his capital's unbelievably numerous roosters, and hops on an exercise machine. After a rubdown, he breakfasts in bathrobed comfort on fruit and cafe au lait. Then, in a suite filled with alabaster busts, stuffed pink cranes, Empire clocks and pictures of himself and other Haitian heroes, the President reads reports and mail, takes a thoughtful second look at work saved over from the night before. At 7:30 he showers and dresses, usually in grey...
...occupation of Haiti. Instead, he jailed and massacred 167 suspected revolutionaries-then panicked and fled for asylum to the French legation. A raging mob broke into the building, found Sam hiding under a bed, dragged him out, literally tore him limb from limb, and paraded through Port-au-Prince with his head on a pole. Haiti's history had hit bottom. Admiral Caperton, waiting in the harbor, immediately landed two companies of marines and three of bluejackets, and the U.S. occupation began...
...round-the-world good-will tour. As the Prime Minister's limousine pulled up at the airstrip, they broke through the rope barriers in a rush of friendly enthusiasm. St. Laurent, politely doffing his black Homburg, plunged into the crowd, shaking hands and alternately bidding goodbye and au revoir as he worked his way toward the plane...
President Paul Magloire, Haiti's burly, beaming Chief of State, last week welcomed some new foreign friends to his capital and sent some old domestic enemies on their travels. In Port-au-Prince one morning, he draped the Haitian Order of Honor and Merit around the neck of Edward G. Miller Jr., chief of the U.S. State Department's Latin American affairs section under the Truman Administration. At noon the same day he welcomed to Haiti Sir Hugh Foot, K.C.V.O., Governor of Jamaica, and Lady Foot...
...think that the sober, ginhorse routine of existence could inspire a man with life, & love, & joy-could fire him with enthusiasm, or melt him with pathos. . . ? No! No! Whenever I want to be more than ordinary in song ... do you imagine I fast & pray for the celestial emanation? Tout au contraire! I have a glorious recipe ... I put myself on a regimen of admiring a fine woman...