Word: chats
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...cultivated those in the know. Five months ago he started painting, now does nothing else, often works in his studio for 20 hours at a stretch. It wouldn't surprise him in the least if his fellow-refugee and longtime friend, Haile Selassie, should drop in for a chat and see what he has accomplished since the old Addis Ababa days...
...personal ambition to be a military dictator. To all appearances he is a good & loyal servant of Dictator-President Getulio Vargas and as such he will be accorded honors only less than those due a visiting ruler. A tank escort, a military guard at the Brazilian Embassy, a chat with Franklin Roosevelt, tea with Cordell Hull, the personal attentions of Chief of Staff Malin Craig are part of the Washington ritual. Ranking generals will then accompany him on an aerial tour of U. S. Army posts, with appropriate reviews and banquets...
...population) awaited them. So did mercurial, bouncy little Mayor Camillien Houde, anti-conscriptionist, Italophile (TIME, Feb. 20), a municipal executive with the verve of Manhattan's Mayor LaGuardia and the political slant of the late Huey Long. At the station, Queen Elizabeth delayed proceedings for a five-minute chat with kilted, Black Watch Captain S. S. T. Cantlie, but from then on Mayor Houde stole the show. He and his pert wife stole the Queen and King respectively from Dominion bigwigs, hovered over them while they signed the Golden Book at City Hall, led them on a breathless four...
Edward John Noble has managed to run his new Civil Aeronautics Authority without calling press conferences. Washington newsmen, therefore, were startled and puzzled when shy Chairman Noble last week had them in for a chat about airline safety...
...even English 35, he would throw his C minus brain at her feet. But she was pondering on Willa Cather. Vag was crushed completely, and he knew it. He peered over his shoulder, trying to learn the title. Perhaps, he had read it, and they could have a homey chat on its place in literature. But he could think of nothing to say, nothing, that is, that would not sound as ridiculous as "have you the time?" And while stations and towns rolled by, Vag brooded, and the pretty girl turned her pages. But the demon in Vag would stay...