Word: cards
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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This Whist Club was founded in Manhattan in 1893. It admits only about 100 resident members. The president is Charles M. Schwab, famed steel king; the members are almost all socially and financially impeccable. It is a small, quiet, publicity-shy club; existing only for card games, but nowadays not Whist...
Boston has created a name for itself by showing extreme reluctancy to allow any musical show, good or bad, to leave town. The name of Jack Donahue would cause a riot where Modjeska and the Barrymores doing card tricks would not even excite a ripple. Small favors should be accepted gratefully; certainly there is an absence of really good drama but there are arid spots in every menu. Announcement of the coming of a Shakespearean company for a month's stay should hearten the gloomy and serve as an indicator, perhaps, for the future months. In the meantime...
This was the salute of Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh to President Calvin Coolidge. Flying from Pierre, S. Dak., to Cheyenne, Wyo., Colonel Lindbergh had come to drop a card to the President. The card was an engraved announcement that he was touring the country to promote commercial aviation. It was signed, in pencil scrawl, "Charles A. Lindbergh...
...SANDHILLS? Antony Marsden?A. & C. Bom ($2). John Creed, perfect English gentleman, calls late at night upon a Mr. Murgatroyd to punch his head for a card game insult. Mr. Murgatroyd drops dead after taking a right to the chin. A motorcycle and a friend's lugger land John Creed safely among the dunes of France. With Scotland Yard sleuthing furiously in alternate chapters, John Creed evades the law through great physical discomfort, many a hairbreadth escape, but never for an instant ceases to be a perfect English gentleman. He rides in a circus, skins through a fire, hides...
Thus, for example, one Alvin ("Shipwreck") Kelly expects soon to collect $1,000 per week in vaudeville. No singer, no dancer, no card-trickster, no chatterer, no club-swinger is Mr. Kelly. He is a sitter. Last week he came down from a seat fastened to the top of the flagpole on the roof of the St. Francis Hotel, Newark, N. J. There he had perched continuously for twelve days and twelve hours (TIME, June...