Word: chauffeured
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...chauffeur-bodyguards brings one of his Buicks around to the door for the 29-mile drive into town (via an arterial gallingly named Roosevelt Road). After one recent commuting trip on which he noted that the crows seemed to be getting out of hand, he was moved to take over the Tribune farm column for a short essay on weapons: "The firearms manufacturers," he wrote, "have been dead from the neck up for about 40 years. . . . The crow easily gets away from anything the old-fashioned shotgun can throw at him. There is needed a crow gun to decimate this...
Over the Downs. With the dew still wet on the grass. Richards rolled through the English countryside last week in his little Morris runabout (he left his Rolls Royce and his chauffeur at home). Usually, with his 112-lb. body wrapped in Bond Street tweeds, wealthy Jockey Richards looks like a well-dressed ex-fullback, seen through the wrong end of a telescope. Last week he went out in flannel shirt and whipcord breeches. The runabout pulled up before a rambling old brick stable. There Richards mounted a delicately built, undersized brown colt named Tudor Minstrel...
...whatever the weather, the elevator takes the Pope down to the San Damaso courtyard, where a black Cadillac, driven by thin, tall Chauffeur Stoppa, is waiting to take him to the Vatican gardens. As the car drives through the various courtyards, gendarme after gendarme bends his knee to the ground and brings his hand to his visor in salute. In the garden, the Pope walks up & down the upper avenues, reading a book or a sheaf of papers. If it rains, he walks in the Passeggiata Coperta (the covered walk...
...Cold Room. One day last week he had his chauffeur drive him over to the Village. The River Rouge was swollen with rain. The old paddle-wheel riverboat, Suwanee, one of his relics, had sunk at her permanent anchorage. The river had submerged the lowlands, flooding the cellar of Ford's own mansion. The big house was without electricity or telephone service, heated only by open fires...
...Ford went to bed at nine in a cold bedroom. At 11:15 Clara Ford heard her husband's voice. She got him a drink of water. She roused the chauffeur and sent him off to the nearest telephone to call Dr. John Mateer of the Ford Hospital, which the old man had endowed. But before Dr. Mateer arrived a cerebral hemorrhage had done its work. In the cold, hushed room, Henry Ford, aged 83, had died by the light of old-fashioned kerosene lamps and flickering candles...