Word: collar
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Press trooped in to see what manner of man this was that President Roosevelt had called from the Presidency of American Car & Foundry to run the Treasury at a moment of greatest national emergency, they found small William Hartman Woodin, his eyes as blue as his shirt and collar, his cupid mouth pursed in an easy little smile, sitting informally on the edge of his desk, swinging his legs. Piped a pert newshawk: "Mr. Secretary, you're in a pretty hot spot, aren't you?" The brand-new Secretary reached down to his big black leather chair, rubbed...
...Manhattan, a sturdy gentleman greyed at the temples descended from his suite on the 33rd floor of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel for a constitutional up Fifth Avenue to Central Park and back with a companion. A few people nodded to him. He smiled out of his turned-up collar. On Fifth Avenue someone leaned over a bus rail, shouted: "Howdy, Hoover! How're you doing...
...horizon. And the girls have drifted off to Bermuda in new tweed suits, or to Florida in picture hats. Now this, to the Vagabond, is altogether fitting. Not the vanishing of the pomp of little circumstance, but the drifting off of the girls. They have gone up into the collar like good Clydesdales and true and they should have rest from labor. But the Hegira, gentlemen, leaves Harvard strangely quiet and sorrowful and alone...
Sandwiched between other appeals to missing persons, the above jingle appeared one Sunday last month in the "agony columns" of Manhattan newspapers. Seasoned readers recalled Sunny Jim. He was the jolly old fellow with the brimless plug hat. the erect queue of white hair, the towering collar, red jacket and yellow waistcoat who advertised Force, the breakfast food, 30 years ago. Before eating Force he was a scowling grump named Jim Dumps (with hair queue drooping). A famed old jingle told his story...
...firm. He plumes himself on his punning. Last week he declared: "I'm going to be more concerned with Federal Reserve notes than with musical notes for a while." When a newsman named Acuff introduced himself, Mr. Woodin quipped: ''Acuff? Well I've got a collar...