Word: fey
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...across the name of A. Terry Fahye, president of Consolidated Steel Mills Co., a company which had recently set itself up in the steel business. Goldstein peeped into his files and concluded that Fahye was really Haye. A few years ago, said Goldstein, he had also been Albert Bennett-Fey, and he had had many brushes with...
Fortnight ago, eccentric Millionaire-Engineer Davis revealed his version of a fey project for a Dover war memorial pro posed last summer (TIME, July 29). Davis' idea: an 80-foot statue of Winston Churchill holding a mammoth cigar over his head like the Statue of Liberty torch, mounted on a 100-foot-high pedestal bearing an inscription, "Never was so much owed by so many to one man," which thoroughly squeezed the juice from a great Churchillism. A model (see cut) was prepared by a New Hampshire sculptor, Viggo Brandt-Erickson. Davis offered his idea to the mayors...
...sang The Merry Widow's dashing Prince Danilo. Less vocal (for reasons of state), Britain's gamesome King Edward VII and gamey King Leopold II of the Belgians were just as intime chez Maxim. To many another princely sprig, millionaire, archduke and demimondaine of the fey '90s, Maxim's in Paris' rue Royale was the most elegant bistro in Europe, the gaudiest symbol of the mauve decadence. Its décor was the most glittery, its women the most ravishing, its top-drawer scandals the most toothsome. No Manhattan nightclub captain was ever so suave...
Jimmy Savo, past master of comic pantomime, was busy figuring out new comedy routines. Place: a Manhattan hospital. Occasion: convalescence from the amputation of his tumorous right leg. Fey-and-wistful Savo, now 54, was keeping his chin up. "I've always kept it up," said he, "ever since I was eight years old, when I balanced a 48-pound wheel...
Johnson's brain children were the elves, gnomes, leprechauns and little men-and a talking dog-that peopled Barnaby, a fey and fanciful strip that began in Manhattan's tabloid PM in April 1943. Johnson liked them all, from Gorgon the dog to Mr. O'Malley, Barnaby's pink-winged fairy godfather whose long cigar was a magic wand. But keeping them on schedule was a grind. Hulking Crockett Johnson tired, began plotting his escape...