Word: flutterings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Down crashed stocks and foreign currencies even faster than they had gone up. The whole financial flutter lasted only an hour but all except the nimblest traders were mightily whipsawed. And after trading relapsed into the usual doldrums and stock prices shuffled off to new lows for the year, Wall Street remained unconvinced that the President's remarks were entirely without purpose. A new case of business jitters was clearly registered in the Government bond market, which during the rest of the week not only failed to recover but extended its flutter losses...
That great Dunster Don Juan who makes flutter the hearts of the debutantes from Chelsea and the debutantes from Beacon Street was out a-hunting. This time the quarry was a dainty and delicious little nurse at the Boston Lying-In Hospital...
...forces at Brussels, but when a courier gallops up with word that Napoleon has marched his myriad zealots to the city gates, England's finest leave a half empty punch bowl to march forth amid the plaudits of the multitude and the tender lamentations of the fair. Dainty handkerchiefs flutter from the balconies as the troops march past, for it has been "the last waltz, Madeline, and m' regiment leaves at dawn." Historically speaking, just a trifle before dawn...
...this year's Irish Sweepstakes. In the closing hours of last week's conference of the Conservative Party, up rose Sir William Henry Davison, a fellow member with Atholl of the swank Carlton Club. "Ordinary citizens," he cried, "resent the Government's attempts to ... prevent them from having a flutter. . . ." (Cheers.) Before the party leaders could collect themselves, Sir William shouted his motion: ". . . The Government should give facilities for a national lottery." Aye! And up went hundreds of hands. Nay! A feeble...
...voice is cool, remote, essentially Gallic. But a bewitching personal note persists whether she sings of love or hate, boredom or jealousy. Each song has a finely chiseled pattern, an unmistakable mood built from a variety of inflections. Like Helen Morgan she likes to sit on the piano, flutter her hands. But she is as likely to pace the stage, act out each phrase. Like Libby Holman she can get her voice down to a guttural bass. But for finesse this Parisienne, now in her early 30's, has no peer among U. S. torchsingers...