Word: dears
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Dear Time-Reader AE key figure in every TIME news bureau is that highly efficient and knowledgeable girl who works under the unassuming title of secretary to the bureau chief. She is an expert in many things, from taking shorthand to running an Teletype machine. She is office manager, file clerk and general errand girl with wide contacts in the city and intimate knowledge of the files full of research. One of these indispensable staff members is Ann Stephanie Squires, secretary to TIME'S Boston Bureau Chief Jeff Wylie. Ann came to TIME in 1945 with wide political...
Interviewed in Paris by the New York Herald Tribune's Art Buchwald, Author-Artist Ludwig (Father, Dear Father) Bemelmans told about his shrewd idea for luring patrons to a bar he has just opened on the He de la Cite. His plot: "It is my intention to plant some homing pigeons at the [square] in front of the Cathedral of Notre Dame. I''II clip their wings so they can't fly, but will have to walk home. When all the tourists who come to see the cathedral and feed the pigeons start following my birds...
...Secretary of the Interior Ickes was "tired of being doublecrossed and pushed around" by F.D.R., so "sore and bruised of spirit" that he refused an invitation to have dinner and play poker with the President. On another occasion, F.D.R. brought him around with a pleasant note: "My dear Harold, will you ever grow-up?" Roosevelt assured Ickes that "mighty few Secretaries" could do what Harold could. Three months later, Harold was telling his hero: "You are much abler and smarter than [President] Wilson...
...Secretary of State Dulles, he had sarcasm and condescension: "When Mr. Foster Dulles conjured up in Paris the ghost of a dramatic revision of American policy ... I am sure he could not help smiling. With the same smile, I answer him today: 'Do not mind us, dear friend. Go right ahead...
...left-handed man with a Cuban background. "Your [walking] stick is cut from Cuban ebony," says Sherlock, "[and] there is a slight but regular scraping . . . along the left side of the handle, just where the ring finger of a left-handed man would close upon the grip." "Dear me, how simple," chuckles Mr. Wilson, blandly leading Holmes down to the cellar stove in which he keeps two specimens of the Galeodes spider-"the horror of the Cuban forests [which] possesses the power ... to break the spine . . . with a single blow of its mandibles...