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...Roosevelt's autobiography," wrote Pegler (referring to This is My Story by the President's wife which goes into detail about the family of the President's mother), ". . . is one of my favorite books and every time I dip into it I am tantalized by the author's iron reticence concerning the sources of the Delano fortune. Now I think I understand. The old gent, Warren Delano, President Roosevelt's grandfather, was an old-time opium smuggler, a member of something rather like our own Rum Row which operated off the New York coast...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Dope on the Delanos | 9/18/1944 | See Source »

Political Swings. In Chicago, dancing teachers introduced the Dewey Dip, "a sedate jive with three samba steps dropping into a dip," and the Roosevelt Roger, a step with "lots of action, whirlabouts, and plenty of travel." Pitch Battle. In Philadelphia, the police broke up a fight between a man with a knife and a man swinging a guitar in his left hand, a mandolin in his right...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Sep. 11, 1944 | 9/11/1944 | See Source »

Prince Michael Neale is Eire's No. 1 manufacturer of cattle dip. As a County Wexford farmer's son, he used to lie on a cliff top in the long grass and gaze south across St. George's Channel to the tiny, haze-blue Saltee Islands. Since his first name was legally Prince, it was easy for a farm boy to daydream: "Some day I'll own those islands and become a real prince." He took to calling the Saltees "Paradise...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: EIRE: Prince of Paradise | 9/11/1944 | See Source »

...last year he had sold enough dip to buy the Saltees. He began planting 3,000 trees, developing his domain as a luxury tourist resort. He also talked about recruiting a private army...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: EIRE: Prince of Paradise | 9/11/1944 | See Source »

Sweeping away thoughts of ten foot ice cold breakers at Marblehead, succulent steaks at the Open Air Market Cafe, and that last dip on the Revere coaster we turn to a new week, a new course, with renewed resolve. Already the breeze off the Charles promises to start the thermometer from the 100 degree mark where it has been stuck for too many days and nights...

Author: By Jack Schindier, | Title: The Lucky Bag | 8/15/1944 | See Source »

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