Word: cap
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Count Ciano is the youngest Foreign Minister of any Great Power, six years junior to Great Britain's "handsome young" Foreign Secretary Anthony Eden. Just before leaving Rome last week he was made a general in the Fascist Militia, arrived at Berlin with a gold eagle on his cap and gold epaulets on his shoulders, to be greeted with deafening German hells and an imposing turnout of Wilhelmstrasse officialdom headed by Foreign Minister Baron Constantin von Neurath. Thus strikingly Count Ciano made his debut on the world stage last week as Europe's newest ranking statesman...
...platform of Philadelphia's Irvine Auditorium one night last week stood two eminent U. S. surgeons. Dr. Donald Church Balfour of Rochester, Minn., husband of the elder daughter of the elder Mayo Brother, was wearing cap & gown. Dr. Eugene Hillhouse Pool of Manhattan stood in evening dress. Suddenly with a great grin, Dr. Balfour took off his mortarboard, clapped it on the thin grey thatch of Dr. Pool. Thus playfully did Dr. Balfour symbolize the fact that he was passing on to Dr. Pool the presidency of the American College of Surgeons, convened before them for its annual meeting...
Last week, resplendent in a costume consisting of a red coat, white pants and a white cap, this amazingly ubiquitous character climbed unnoticed onto the speakers' platform at Detroit. As Radiorator Coughlin was loudly explaining the difference between Communism and Christianity, nimble Woody Hockaday showered him with feathers, deftly sidestepped a punch the priest aimed at him, shouted into the microphone: "You can't mix religion and politics!" While Peaceman Hockaday was being hauled off to a cell, Father Coughlin regained his composure, continued his address, feathers fluttering with every gesture...
...homely as a hedgehog," said this frank reader, "my only good feature being my blue eyes. . . . Don't you think it would be a feather in your cap if you could be the one who changed this very ugly duckling into even a pale pink swan? If you have any of Pygmalion in you, please be a sport and help...
...route from Mother Britain to this outpost of Empire last week was a sailing vessel, the Royal Mail Cap Pilar, with a cargo desperately desired by its inhabitants. The rats, reported the master of a British freighter which put in at lonely Tristan da Cunha last August, had got completely out of control of the island's single mongoose, were devouring all crops, even beginning to eat the Bibles of which Tristanites own five to a family. Last week the Cap Pilar was gallantly sailing to the rescue with twelve alley cats...