Word: buckwheat
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Nation and the New Republic, if not the Independent, would admit that to him as to all men there come darkmoments, and that the rising hour abounds with them. To give weighty decisions on China, Nicaragua, et at early hours in the morning is no pleasure; especially when buckwheat cakes and the Coolidge presidential Vermont syrup stands complacently before the speaker. Who does not sympathize with the President in his unwillingness to devote precious minutes to political topics and thus deprive the White House cheif of justice? It is a hazardous guess but there is a possibility that the Garbo...
...White House breakfast parties this last week have been something more significant than the, mere consumption of buckwheat cakes and sausage. "Old Guard" Senators and Representatives have come to talk tax reduction, insurgents have come to be placated (see p. 9), all have come to be jolly with the President...
...their power will be decisive, the votes of any two of them being sufficient to give either the Democrats or Republicans control of the Senate. Calvin Coolidge, however, is no Woodrow Wilson. Last week he set about to placate the insurgents, cajole them, humor them. To a breakfast of buckwheat cakes and sausage at the White House he invited Henrik Shipstead of Minnesota, the lone Farmer-Laborite of the Senate, who usually votes with the insurgents. Then too, the President, after a false step, gave in to Senators Nye and Frazier of North Dakota on the question of patronage rewards...
Samuel Meeks stood in the sun-light in front of the courthouse steps. Alice was right-he married her to be kept, but. . . you got to like a person. Buckwheat cakes, with the brown bacon beside them; nights when the windows rattled so you could not sleep, thinking how good it was to be warm. Sadness flooded him. He felt an immense, searching pity for himself, homeless, a wanderer...
...Fair grounds betwixt St. Paul and Minneapolis, the President was ready to resume work. At Evansville, Wis., while he was eating his breakfast in the dining car, an infant in its mother's arms extended to him a nibbled cracker. The President reciprocated with the tender of a buckwheat cake. He made a number of rear platform appearances, but no speeches. At Willard, Ohio, on such an occasion, someone in the crowd shouted: "Mr. President, you ruined a perfectly good baseball game." Mrs. Coolidge spoke up, smiling: "You ruined a perfectly good dinner...