Word: doored
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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There was one more question: "If the people themselves should demand your return to office, would you run for the presidency?" Vargas squirmed. He twisted a box of matches around in his hands. He looked out the door. Finally he said: "The Brazilian people are suffering, particularly the workers. The crisis, in time, may pass." And then, as an afterthought: "Perhaps they need a younger man than I." In short, Getulio Vargas did not answer the question as bluntly as the posters...
...Circus Horse. Sharp at 8:45 p.m., his shoe-button eyes twinkling and his walrus mustache abristle, Monteux bounced in the front door. He dodged around a full-sized replica of a cable car, wheeled down the main aisle between two rows of beaming debutantes. The San Francisco Chronicle's Critic Alfred Frankenstein reported he "marched embar-rassedly." Said wife Doris Monteux, 54, who does most of Pierre's talking: "Embarrassedly, my eye . . . He's just like an old circus horse. He's awfully sophisticated, but awfully innocent...
When 25-year-old Charles Lewis Tiffany opened his store on Manhattan's lower Broadway in the 1837 depression, he quickly learned that a store can be too exclusive for its own good. In his first three days, his door was darkened so rarely by customers that receipts totaled only $4.98. Business has been picking up ever since. Tiffany's began unobtrusively to court foot-slogging shoppers as well as the carriage trade; this week its chaste ad in the New York Times offered gold brooches for $34 as well as a diamond...
Father Shaw's notes on the Shavian infancy are included in George Bernard's own latest book, bits & pieces of autobiography called Sixteen Self Sketches. In Days With Bernard Shaw, Stephen Winsten, a writer and lecturer who lives next door to Shaw in Hertfordshire, gives an excellent record of their neighborly conversations over recent years. Fabian Essays, written 60 years ago by Shaw, Sidney Webb and others (and now re-issued with a new essay by Shaw himself) links up the years between. There is little of Shaw the playwright in these books, but much of Shaw...
...There was, at that part of the cemetery wall, a lean-to erection of boards, a kind of narrow shelter, almost a man's height, and having a rough swinging door at the nearer end. It had been there before anyone could remember, and it stayed there because no one could remember to have it taken away. It was very old and very weather-stained...