Word: fair
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Foreign Relations. Can Mr. Borah cenceivably be right in demanding U. S. recognition of Russia? Is Admiral Bristol showing his usual good sense in asking that Turkey be recognized? Does China deserve generosity and moral support? Will Mexico play fair...
...would maintain and perpetuate his labors, and what more appropriate than to Leland Stanford Jr. University, where of recent years he, the world's plant wizard, has been a special lecturer on Evolution? That was the indication, that a "friendly committee" would shortly be formed to determine a fair price for the gardens and another committee, possibly headed by Mr. Ford, would hunt around for funds to enable Stanford to buy. During negotiations, Stanford's chancellor-emeritus, Dr. David Starr Jordon, was acting in behalf of Mr. Burbank...
...power opera glasses. Potent heads of distinguished families deign to perform the nod of grand grandees. Fierce caballeros bristle, melt before shrill senoritas, bristle again at other cocks, conquistadors. Programs, chiefly of native and Italian opera, rustle. In La Colon's unique gallery, sacred to unattended women, the fair sit sequestered, safe. In the huge "mourning boxes," equipped with iron screens, the rich lounge in privilege. One can peer out, not in. El telon (curtain) rises...
...home where, very properly, his wife was living. If you have been much to French farce, or indeed if you haven't, you can probably call most of the author's shots. Yet you cannot deny his ingenuity in playing an old game with fair shrewdness. He is especially assisted by Arthur Byron in the title part, offering what is probably the best performance of the month. All in all a good entertainment, and one that just falls short of excellence...
...accustomed itself to the religious dim, it caught the gleam of many a fair garment. There were the snowy ruffs of Danish bishops. Here was a strip of crimson across an Anglican back. There was an emerald twinkling from a Bulgarian chest...