Word: entertained
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...orphans having grown up. Today Mr. & Mrs. Phillips live in a commodious house on upper Massachusetts Ave., sharing a garden with their next-door neighbor, Hungary's Count Laszlo Szechenyi. There they dine the diplomats whom it is their job to dine, but otherwise do not entertain inordinately. Aloof and polished William Phillips has many friends but few close ones. In spite of a good sense of humor, he is so cautious and deliberate in his choice of words that he supplies his small world with few bons mots. Iron Man. Occasionally on a sunny afternoon passersby before Woodley...
...public weal of increased support for endowed institutions of learning. Among the finest of our free institutions, and most resistive to political domination are our privately supported colleges and universities. In them the free play of thought finds its most favorable environment. Because they can afford to entertain conflicting viewpoints soberly and objectively, their tendency is towards social balance and orderly growth. In addition to motive power, they provide in a politically confused society a balance wheel which no state controlled institution can supply...
Advocate editors will entertain their graduate editors this afternoon at a buffet luncheon before the Yale game...
...uninspired. Meantime Mr. & Mrs. Sullivan had become fast friends of another poor boy who had made good. Secretary of Commerce Herbert Hoover, and his wife. Many a Sunday evening the Sullivans walked around the corner from their Wyoming Avenue home to the Hoovers' house on S Street, helped entertain the Hoover friends. When, in 1929, the Hoovers moved to the big White House on Pennsylvania Avenue, the intimacy continued. Never have President and journalist been closer. Timid and distrustful of newshawks in general. President Hoover put Pundit Sullivan in his "Medicine Ball Cabinet," had him to breakfasts, took...
...easy to be jocose in dealing with our ancestors. But the biographer who is persistently jocose is more likely to cheapen himself than entertain his readers. "Count Rumford of Massachusetts" is the life of a brilliant and eccentric cosmopolitan figure in eighteenth century politics, science, and society. Yet Mr. Thompson seems far more bent in his book on playfully pointing out the quaint ways of our forebears in that remote age than on giving us a true picture of his subject. Perhaps no one else who has ever really read a book printed before 1800 has been amused...