Word: cap
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Other Washington women fancied themselves in the following rôles: Mrs. Cordell Hull, a gypsy; Mrs. Homer Cummings, a Spanish matron; Mrs. Claude Swanson, a Dutch girl; Madam Secretary Perkins, a braintruster (cap & gown); Mrs. Donald Richberg, "The Mystery of the New Deal'' (an alphabet-spangled dress); Mrs. Henry Wallace, a Yugoslav peasant; Mrs. Daniel Roper, a court lady of the Second Empire; Mrs. Henry Morgenthau Jr., a court lady of the 18th Century; Mrs. George Dern, one of the wives of Brigham Young; Anna Roosevelt Dall, The Devil...
...finest of old masters; that personally he was a shy, modest man with a quiet charm. When he started to reduce the Public Debt, with a consequent reduction in taxation, enthusiastic G.O. Partisans tagged him with the silly title of "greatest Secretary of the Treasury since Alexander Hamilton." To cap his long service with a special honor President Hoover appointed Mr. Mellon Ambassador to the Court of St. James's in 1932. After a gently graceful year in London, Mr. Mellon stepped quietly back to private life on March 17, 1933. He did not hope for respect from...
...fact that he speaks no English at all. Still he made a valiant effort. Reporters were ushered into his hotel suite which had been prepared as a visual object lesson. In the centre of the room was a small table. On the table was a red plush Catalan liberty cap and a rocking chair. Balanced on the seat of the chair was a yellow shaded table lamp. There were also two six-foot loaves of French bread on the mantelpiece and a banner with a strange device: a white skull, a key, a leaf, a woman's slipper...
...other day we watched two Freshmen standing on the steps of New Lecture Hall awaiting Dr. Worcester's weekly chat on What Every Harvard Man Should Know. A shiny new car droe up, bearing on its radiator cap an eye-attracting made chromium figure. The two Freshmen gazed at it a moment, then suddenly rushed down to the curb for a closer look. They peered at the statuette closely, ouriously, in apparent puzzlement. Them, with a quick beam of vadiance, "We'll ask Dr. Worcester...
...newshawks she had seen in 31 years. Author Stein, hearty, hefty, dressed in a coarse, mannish suit and thick woolen stockings, was sailing up New York Harbor to begin a lecture tour. Over her close-cropped grey hair was pulled a tweed deer-stalker's cap. To the disappointment of newshawks, she gave an intelligible interview: "I do talk as I write but you can hear better than you can see. You are accustomed to see with your eyes differently to the way you hear with your ears, and perhaps that is what makes it hard to read...