Word: coopered
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Communist organizers make their blunders, too. Recently the Brescia Communist daily La Verita devoted most of its space to a completely phony story about "Gary Cooper Addressing Communists of Philadelphia." Communist popular songs are often unintentionally funny. Sample: "Stalin is even better than bread for the people. Just to see his face is to want madly to kiss...
...planes only come in when they're in trouble and the suggestion that the boy hasn't the ghost of a chance of going to America have divine implications, but it doesn't affect the quality of the work either way. "Girl in a Blue Mood," by Arthur E. Cooper, is a light narrative that certainly has no implications. Its tone, though a trifle forced, is sustained right through this delightful little piece of writing. "The Javelin-Thrower," by H. Lawrence Osgood, is below the standards of the rest of the magazine. Its "meaning" is abstruse and not worth troubling...
Lady Diana Duff Cooper, willowy wife of Britain's Ambassador to France and once "The Most Beautiful Woman in England," was right in there with Greta Garbo, who got left $20,000 by a hermit last month. Lady Diana was left a fortune by a lovelorn Spanish grandee who had set eyes on her only twice. Big-nosed, big-mustached Count Manuel Antonio de Luzarraga saw her at a London ball more than 20 years ago; 15 years later he saw her again on the street. He had brightened the years between by writing her anonymous love letters. Scotland...
Back in Lima last month after a Colombian tour, 24-year-old Conchita, a slim, trim blonde with unforgettably cold blue eyes, was the talk and toast of the Peruvian capital. U.S. Ambassador Prentice Cooper stopped her on the street, introduced himself, gladly shook her tiny, calloused hand. Twice she fought in the ring-and brilliantly. She might have appeared oftener (at her usual $12,000 fee), but she was annoyed that Lima's new 30,000-seat bull ring, for which she laid the first stone three years ago, was still unfinished...
...door, and gives her diary a piece of her mind. "Ralph," she writes, "has gone beyond the pale. I am his permanent enemy and do not know whether I will ever speak to him again. ... I intend to read all of Sir Walter Scott, Dickens, Stevenson and James Fenimore Cooper while I am here so that I won't have to have anything to do with R.F. He and Uncle Claude were talking about hunting a mountain lion. I can think of nothing more boresome personally...