Word: butlered
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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That man was Pierce Butler, who died one day last week, just before dawn. With this 220-lb., 6-foot-2-inch monolith died the last hopes of those who believe that the frost is getting through the seams of the U. S. Constitution. With four New Dealers on the Supreme Court bench and a fifth to take Pierce Butler's place, snowy-whiskered Chief Justice Charles Evans Hughes will no longer control the balance of power...
Offered for the first time this year by 78-year-old Dr. Godfrey Lowell Cabot of Boston (for journalistic achievements promoting public understanding in the Americas), the prizes were presented in Columbia University's Low Memorial Library by President Nicholas Murray Butler. To La Prensa and El Comercio went twin bronze plaques; to Sr. Gollan and Dr. Miro Quesada gold medals...
...asks apprehensively: "Does she still sing?" Bulb-eyed, bulgy Uncle Jim (Eugene Pallette, who has had experience as father of an even screwier family in My Man Godfrey) manages to be out when his family is home, home when they are out. Connie quickly warbles her way into the butler's heart by singing La-calle's Amapola, is soon a popular hit below stairs, where the servants pool their savings to buy her a party dress and silver slippers so that she can go to the great ball. There unknown Connie captures the crowd by caroling...
...check up. She is an unsmiling young Russian, with a delightful Swedish accent, who announces that love is a chemical reaction, wants to know at once how much steel the Eiffel Tower contains. At Count Leon's (Melvyn Douglas) smart bachelor apartment, Ninotchka shocks his staid old butler by asking, "Does he beat you?" and by urging that all wealth be shared equally. As the butler indignantly refuses to share his lifetime savings with his bankrupt employer, she says: "Run along to bed, little father." When the Count makes love to her while a traffic cop is tooting...
Wells urges his favorite project of a new World Encyclopaedia or "World Brain," but his sense of humor bitterly tells him that even if endowed it might fall into the hands of Nicholas Murray Butler. "I am impatient and at the same time I do not know how to accelerate matters," says H. G. Wells. "I do not think this is simply a case of the distress of an old man in a hurry...