Word: caviar
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...very tasteful, very expensive. After lunch, to her great delight, a police escort cleared the way to City Hall. Bumbling Mayor O'Brien was out. Said Annie: 'I ain't going to wait. I'm just as Irish as he is." She had tea with caviar in a swank restaurant, dined with Showman Samuel L. ("Roxy'') Rothafel, saw a preview of Lady For A Day. Taken to a farewell supper, she waltzed, drank, acted as if her Day were to last forever. At midnight Apple Annie vanished from the ball. The pressagents gave...
...returned to Istanbul with 14 enormous trunks. This, the Turkish customs decided, was going several trunks too far. They obtained Dictator Kemal's permission to violate Consul Raouf's diplomatic immunity. When he was found to have brought in 27 fur coats, four cases of the best caviar and other salable Soviet goods, Consul Raouf was fined $2,100, sent to jail last week for one year as a smuggler...
Since Soviet Russia imposes an export duty on furs, caviar, antiques and such (unless bought with foreign currency at Torgsin stores), Moscow acclaimed Istanbul's act of justice. "We know," said a Soviet customs official, ''that nearly all diplomats accredited to U. S. S. R. smuggle out antiques and furs, but they would call us barbarous if we did anything about...
Frederick William Rolfe ("Baron Corvo") belongs with those eccentrics of literature whose books are caviar to the general. He experimented with words of his own concoction long before Joyce. His tales bear the stamp of strange originality. His life was that of a would-be priest, painter, novelist, historian, outcast, ascetic, sensualist, madman...
...carried home the outlines of a formula for a magazine to be written and edited strictly for one class of readers. Its blood and bone was to be delicate but honest humor and satire, written up to the standards of its editors, deliberately unpopular with the masses. With caviar for editorial fare, the buying power of its readers would be assured, and its advertising could be easily sold on this basis. Thus, Harold Ross's journalistic hand held a pair of aces at the start. To play it, he needed a tall stack of blue chips. Poker-player Fleischmann, weary...