Word: banke
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...model is an illusion that can sell evening gowns, nylons and refrigerators. She can sell motorcars, bank loans and worthy causes. She can sell diesel engines, grapefruit and trips to foreign lands. She can sell everything from diapers to cemetery plots, aspirin to Zonite. She is a billion-dollar baby with a billion-dollar smile and a billion-dollar salesbook in her billion-dollar hand. She is the new goddess of plenty...
...clients. He was regularly on the go (sometimes at a fee of $200 a day) pleading cases before the Supreme Court in Ottawa and the Privy Council in London. He collected company directorates, became one of the few French Canadians to sit on the board 9f directors of the Bank of Montreal...
Last week the Société des Amis d'Eugène Delacroix, which now rents the master's quiet Left Bank studio for exhibition purposes, was sputtering through its collective white spade beard about a brand-new horror. At year's end Delacroix' place would be up for sale, and rumor had it that a nightclub was dickering for the property. The Société felt that Delacroix, who had been a close friend of Chopin, would conceivably have found le jazz hot even weirder than the art of his modernist descendents...
...camp site of one of the early tribes has now come to light in Wyoming. In 1939 Jimmy Allen, sheet-metal worker and amateur archeologist of Cody, found an arrowhead near a creek bank. He made a note of the place, but did not return until the summer of last year, when he found an odd-looking bone sticking out of the dry dirt. He confided in Dr. Glenn L. Jepsen, Princeton professor of paleontology, who was deep in some digging of his own at Polecat Bench a few miles away. The professor was delighted: old bones associated with arrowheads...
...last week, General Electric's big, genial President Charles E. Wilson returned to his office to find 50 red roses in a basket beside his desk. "My favorite flower," he murmured, thumbing through them for a card. When he found one, from a Chicago bank, he was obviously touched. "Why," said Wilson, "they aren't even customers of ours...