Word: chiefed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Robert Beecher Howell, Nebraska's pince-nezzed junior Senator, continued last week as Prohibition's bravest champion. Having complained that the District of Columbia is a pretty wet spot which the President of the U. S., as chief District officer, might easily dry, up and having elicited a White House statement ("The President is glad the Senator has raised the question") asking for specific charges (TIME, Sept. 30). Senator Howell arose again and said: ''It seems to me that the President was a little unfair . . . to call upon me 'to state definite facts, with time...
...tiptoes and the telephone. The U. S. Ambassador, Charles Gates Dawes, arrived (without pipe, for the spotlight was not on him) to say good-bye and make friendly suggestions. Also came (impossible in a less civilized country) the leader of the Opposition, Stanley Baldwin, the ousted Conservative chief saying "good-bye-good luck" to the installed Labor Chief, for the general good it might do England...
...moment almost as desultory as the day's fog-the crash of certain stocks on Change; Russian recognition; Unemployment; the Coal Mining situation; Slum Clearance. It acquiesced in the appointment of the keen little Crippled Chancellor as Acting Prime Minister. Also the Cabinet listened to its chief's words of regret about having to miss the impending conclave of the Labor Party at Brighton.* Finally, of course, the Prime Minister explained once more why he was going abroad...
...private armies (the semi-Fascist Heimwehr, and the Socialist Schutzbund), the entire cabinet of Chancellor Ernst Streeruwitz, an ineffectual businessman, declared itself incapable of dealing with the situation, resigned in a body. Leaders of all political parties rushed to Vienna's police station, begged sleek white-bearded Police Chief Johann Schober to take over the reins of government...
...eaves of Tokyo's low rambling Imperial Palace (see ART, p. 45) at dawn last week. Despite the worst storm in years a silent nervous crowd waited patiently by the palace gates. In the city sleepless radio announcers stood by their microphones. A watchman in Tokyo's chief fire station was ready with hand on the siren cord. At 6:15, just as the full force of the storm broke against the palace walls, lights suddenly appeared. A uniformed aid scurried from a side door across a sanded driveway to a temporary booth where reporters waited. Excited watchers...