Word: desks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...near enough to the White House in 1914 to marry a President's daughter, Miss Eleanor Wilson. He married her in the White House. William was not content with being Secretary of the Treasury, or even a cinema potentate; he wants to sit at a certain mahogany desk in the White House. Fortunately, he is blessed with a good wife. She shares his Presidential aspirations. She, too, would like to be back in the White House...
...wondered warily how a tie-up would affect their political credit. Newspapers printed bulletins and pleaded editorially for a reconciliation; pleaded wisely, impartial and aloof, but without much effect, as is the way with newspapers. Then occurred an episode unusual to modern journalism. Away from his piled-up desk in Union Street strode Editor Marshall Ballard of the New Orleans Item-Tribune. Like any able editor, he had followed the traction situation closely, knew it thoroughly. By telephone he had assembled the streetcar operators, the workers and the city's Commission Council. To them he now marched and with...
...came Secretary of the American Bar Association. His specialty is aeronautic law. He helped formulate the Air Commerce Act, recent ly enacted by Congress. Among other activities he organized the National Air Transport Co. two years ago. Now he resigns all private enterprises to go to his pioneering desk in Washington un der Mr. Hoover. Mr. Hoover, as every one knows, is ubiquitous. If it is not radio, it is farm relief, or aviation. Last week it was mostly aviation with a dash of farm relief thrown in (see THE PRESIDENCY, p. 5). Herbert Hoover has a brain that works...
Printers' Ink finds its way to my desk occasionally, and I have noticed your advertisements but they have been so surrounded by the claims of other publications that I have never given them careful consideration...
...desk in the Palace of Versailles. Now and then he stretched forth a suede-gloved hand, touched an electric button, growled through tusk-like whiskers at his slinking abject secretary. To the old man came presidents, premiers, ambassadors. . . . Were they never so mighty, his strange greasy mongoloid visage and baleful luminous eyes kindled respect and an instinctive fear. As he rose from his desk, just prior to the signing of the Treaty of Versailles, Premier Clemenceau resembled so vividly a tiger about to spring that many of his associates have since confessed to feeling a twinge of animal terror course...