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...pronounce the name of the Polish seaport which I for lack of a better pronunciation have been calling "Gardenia" (TIME, April...
...with a letter to the San Francisco News. Oilmen, steelmen and Mayor Angelo J. Rossi got behind Mr. Dixon's original idea, which was to celebrate completion of San Francisco's two great bridges. Chosen president of the fair corporation was Leland W. Cutler, who is no gardenia-fragrant showman like New York's Grover Aloysius Whalen,* yet is just as sound a financier and heady planner. An engineer named William Peyton Day made cruise after patient cruise taking soundings of the shoals north of Yerba Buena (Goat) Island, perfecting the idea of pumping...
Harry Kunin wears a gardenia, its stem in a phial of water. Daily he commutes between Chicago and suburban Highland Park, where he has a landscaped "farm" complete with boat landing but no boat ("You've never seen anything like it outside of the movies," says Brother Max). One day last year Harry Kunin found himself sitting on the train next to chubby-faced young Thomas Charles Dennehy Jr., who had married Founder Warner's granddaughter and got to be Sprague Warner's executive vice president. Tom Dennehy dresses like a farmer, lives in swank Lake Forest...
Grover Aloysius ("Gardenia") Whalen, New York City's handsome Official Greeter and Police Commissioner in years gone by, now the maestro of its 1939 World's Fair, last week sat through a curious meeting in the Fair's administration building. Absent was George A. McAneny, the Fair's first promoter who was demoted to chairman of the Fair corporation board to make way for President Whalen. Present was a tall, shy, greying civil engineer named Joseph F. Shadgen. By proxy Mr. McAneny had to admit that Engineer Shadgen was really the man who "originated" the Fair...
...booming fills the morning air, a taxi slithers rudely along the curb, and an elderly gentleman disembarks. His frock coat is spotless and lately pressed, although it no longer accomodates his increasing girth with the proper tailored case. If the warm spring breeze should rustle his coat tails the gardenia vendor on the opposite curb would notice that the back of the gentleman's trousers has a guilty sheen, but mercifully, there is no such mischievous breeze. The cab fare amounts to 75 cents, and the gentleman hands the driver a dollar. He is embarassed to hold out his hand...