Word: birthdays
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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They laughed when Harry Truman stood up to play a little politics. But before the evening was over the 1,600 paying guests ($100 a plate) gathered in Manhattan's Waldorf last week to honor Eleanor Roosevelt's 75th birthday knew that Harry Truman looks on 1960 Democratic politics, and his part in the show, as no laughing matter...
...80th birthday, Manhattan's spry Patroness of Arts Eleanor Robson Belmont was hailed by the Metropolitan Opera, got her hand kissed by Opera Manager Rudolf Bing, a gallantry that drew a hearty laugh from Opera President Anthony Bliss. It was close to the 25th anniversary of the Metropolitan Opera Association, which Mrs. Belmont founded in order to bring great music to millions. After a ceremony in Bing's offices, Eleanor Belmont was presented to the Met audience between acts of a Saturday matinee performance of Manon...
...down as Britain's Prime Minister more than four years ago had Sir Winston Churchill made any utterance in the House of Commons. But one afternoon last week both sides of the House rose to cheer Churchill as he shuffled to his accustomed seat. It was his 85th birthday. After hearing congratulations from Labor Leader Hugh Gaitskell and Tory House Boss R.A. ("Rab") Butler, the old man rose slowly to break his long parliamentary silence. His speech in full: "May I say I accept most gratefully and eagerly both forms of compliments." Afterward, Sir Winston and Lady Churchill celebrated...
Your book reviewer is quite correct. Of all the questions about the Normandy invasion I tried to answer in The Longest Day, the one I failed to include was: Did Mrs. Rommel like her June 6, 1944 birthday present of a custom-made pair of grey suede shoes from her field marshal husband [Nov. 23]? I had planned all along to include a footnote about the famous shoes-an omission that will be corrected in the next edition. Meanwhile, may I untantalize you with the answer...
...gently as I could, I told Mrs. Rommel that I had the war diaries, that I had learned about her birthday, and that I knew all about the shoes. I felt no elation at showing my hand to this charming woman. Mrs. Rommel was a grand loser. She rose from her chair. "I sincerely hope, Mr. Ryan," she said, "that you do not intend to harm my husband's reputation with this story." Then she said: "I'll show you the shoes," and left the room. Mrs. Rommel returned. In her hand were the grey suede shoes-platform...