Word: chauffeur
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...President speaks, almost grudgingly, out of the corner of his mouth; he has no small talk. Officers of his staff once maneuvered him into a car with a colonel who was his runner-up for the title of the army's most taciturn officer, and asked the chauffeur to keep track of the conversation. Not a word passed between them on the drive from Rio's Catete Palace to Santos Dumont airport. As the car drove through the airport gate, the colonel muttered: "Chegamos" (We have arrived). Grunted Dutra...
Conquests to Come. Three months ago, convoyed by a housekeeper, valet and chauffeur, Berle moved into a sumptuous nine-room bachelor apartment on Manhattan's Upper East Side. There he keeps in touch with Broadway and Hollywood through two phones in each of four rooms. Aside from mellowing him, success has awakened some tony tastes that amuse old acquaintances. He has recently taken to Homburgs, dark, dignified suits, fancier restaurants, and an occasional pose of world-weariness...
People outside the office saw little of him. Every morning, a bespectacled chauffeur-bodyguard knocked on the sixth-floor door of his apartment at 420 West 119th Street (near Columbia University), escorted him down to a Chrysler sedan and drove him to the office. In the evening the chauffeur took him home again in the same solicitous fashion...
...black town car built for Mrs. Alfred P. Sloan Jr., wife of G.M.'s board chairman. It has interior fittings of silver, a chauffeur's umbrella, a pearl-grey clipped sheepskin carpet, a short-wave telephone, a gold compact, and a lifetime fountain pen. Nearby was a gunmetal "hardtop" convertible designed for President Wilson and christened the Coup de Ville. Upholstered in pleated gunmetal leather, it has a telephone, pull-out desk and engraved vanity case. ("Not that I use powder," quipped Wilson...
...snap decisions, likes to sleep on the hard ones. He seldom relaxes. When he does, he likes to tell stories from his vast fund of them, though his wife Jessie sometimes protests: "Oh Erwin, not that one again!" One of his favorites is about two Englishwomen who were being chauffeur-driven around Detroit in a G.M. limousine. Someone touched a hydraulic window-lift button by mistake, and the glass partition dropped, letting in a blast of air that billowed up the guests' skirts. "Gracious!" cried one, "don't you Americans ever do anything by hand...