Word: friend
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sunshine. General Sherman wrings his hand in St. Louis; General Lee's daughters charm him in Louisville. At Denver there is a rat-hunt in the dining-room; at Salt Lake City, Brigham Young's brave theatre and stone water-conduits; at Washington, John Hay "and his friend Henry Adams...
...Poet Robert Frost. The chosen was Author Jesse Lynch Williams of Manhattan, onetime (1921) President of the Authors' League, Pulitzer Prize winner (1917, for his play, Why Marry?), novelist and short-story writer of the same kindly school as his fellow Princetonian, Booth Tarkington, and his good friend Julian Street. Mr. Williams, a calm, beetle-browed gentleman who this week turned 54, has not the air of a professional litterateur. Rather does he seem an urbane, drily humorous gentleman of comfortable means and considerable social distinction. During his year's residence at Ann Arbor, he will be afforded...
...with legs like matches, hempen ringlets and immense brown eyes peering from the wan mask of her face, would pause, with furtive admiration, to watch the famed astronomer meditating in his kitchen-garden. Her mother, Maria Latini, the original of Henri Regnault's famed painting, Salome, was a friend of Flammarion's. When she died, little Gabrielle went to the great man for advice and counsel. Was she fond of Science ? That was what he wanted to know. Ah, she would give her life for Science. He made her his secretary...
...faces blend adeptly with the night; their bodies are blurred shadows in doorways, or lazy silhouettes revealed where street-corner bars and laundries drip golden honey into the darkness. They seem not to have a wish in the world, these limber shadows, except to idle, waiting for a hypothetical friend to treat them to a phantom beer, or listening to the mutter and shuffle 'of jazz that issues from the garish arcade of the Paradise Cafe...
...Southampton. The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea is no friend to tennis players. It sends its fogs to swell catgut strings so that a dry day will snap them; it strangles the buoyant spirits of balls; its rains rot turf, soften sand. All these things it did at Southhampton last week, but the annual invitation tournament went smoothly on. There was only one upset-the defeat of Alfred Chapin by Cedric A. Major of Manhattan. Young George Lott of Chicago easily ended the hopes of upstart Major, and was himself defeated in the finals by Howard Kinsey, last year...