Word: droving
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Greatest tribute of all was Buenos Aires' farewell. The two Presidents drove down to the dock in a downpour of cold summer rain. Not only did 10,000 drenched soldiers present arms along the line of march, but many times as many soaking Argentineans turned out to wave farewell to this simpático Yankee. For once Franklin Roosevelt consented to ride in a limousine on a bad day. The car's roof was plastered with the sopping petals of flowers thrown from balconies. At the waterside President Roosevelt stopped to shake hands with the Argentine chauffeur...
...jazz time but with the stateliness of Wagnerian opera. For Her Majesty and all she stood for it might be Götterdämmerung ("Twilight of the Gods"), but she was far from "broken and weeping" as some dispatches reported. Just as they were being printed the Queen drove out in her regal Daimler. The chauffeur bowled along at moderate pace through a middle-class section of London and presently Queen Mary inspected through her lorgnette the still smoking ruins of the $10,000,000 Crystal Palace on which Queen Victoria and Prince Consort Albert lavished so much care...
While the Indianapolis drove southward through a storm its wireless crackled. Lest President Agustin Justo of Argentina feel left out, Franklin Roosevelt, even before meeting him, hastened to invite him also to the U. S. Also a request went to Pan American-Grace Airways, that the 40-passenger Pan American Clipper be held at the U. S. President's disposal in case he, having found the fishing much better on land than at sea, decide to return home...
...talismans of William Shakespeare and Walter Huston will rightly lure Harvard men by the drove, no matter what a critic may say. And indeed no sane critic could protest, the entertainment is as rich and abundant as the fondest playgoer can conceivably expect...
Napoleon, who had liked his other jailers, hated Lowe from the start. He believed, or pretended to believe, that Lowe was going to kill him. Always bluffing, Napoleon drove Lowe to distraction, created parliamentary crises in London, steered his ill-assorted little company so artfully they became an efficient propaganda and espionage apparatus. Meanwhile he waddled around Longwood, recalling his great days, making the whole company work on his memoirs. Talking as much as Samuel Johnson, the imperial chatterbox spun out his pungent, cynical comments, salting his malice with sudden acts of kindness, keeping his followers in line like...