Word: buttoned
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...universally admitted to be his puppet. The Bratiano clan controls the oil and much of the industry of Rumania. More vitally it controls the indescribably corrupt electoral machinery of Rumania by which new parties achieve overwhelming majorities and old ones are wiped out by the figurative pressure of a button: the button connecting the residence of Jon Bratiano by private telephone with the office of the Chief of Police of Bucharest, the activities of whose agents are national...
...pressed a button. A swarm of jeweled lights, like golden bees, glittered down labyrinthine corridors; laughed to dingy scorn the former butter lamps; focused the palace miracle-wise to the night-enshrouded startled gazers in the valley below. "It is well," said the Grand Lama. "Remove the butter lamps...
Urbane, precise, conservative, rather than dapper; tolerant, rather than genial; exhibiting button shoes, a cold eye, grey hair and long fingers, Henry E. Huntington goes on buying things. At San Marino he breakfasts at seven and reads for an hour, turning the pages carefully. When he is in Los Angeles or Manhattan he goes to his office and spends a few hours with his railroads, his villages, cliffs, painted motor buses, trolley-cars, skyscrapers, his coupons, clerks, cigars and the polite young men who look after his money and call him "Sir." It is pleasant to feel that these things...
Lorelei Lee, as nearly every one knows, is the long-suffering little murderess from Arkansas whom a Mr. Gus Eisman, Chicagoan in the button profession, found in Holly-wood and "educated." Her schoolroom is a suite at the Ritz, her text the Eisman checkbook. The play opens on shipboard, with Lorelei out-golddigging a pair of antique Britishers, what time she snares Henry Spoffard, a Presbyterian playboy from Philadelphia with millions to be diverted from moral uplift to Mr. Cartier's jewelry store. She winds up in Manhattan having a three-day debut party with boys from the Racquet...
Those who in their cursory glance at the late days of the Nineteenth Century see only the faded features of fin de siecle gentlemen with yellow roses in conspicuous button holes, men who can only live in history as characters in a travesty, called "The Mauve Decade", forget that more vigorous people were living and working at that time. Dartmouth College this week mourns the death of such a person, vigorous and vital...