Word: gated
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Steaming in through San Francisco's Golden Gate, last week, came the President McKinley, bearing a petite, blue-eyed German Fraulein of twenty-two. Resting an elbow on the ship's rail and cuddling her small chin in a pensive palm, she gazed at Las Papas, those twin, majestic mountains called "The Breasts." Then, having admired the view, Fraulein Clarenore Stinnes coolly turned to confront excited reporters...
...lives in a glass house surrounded by a high wire fence and never eats meat. Late one night last week, firemen answered an alarm at Mrs. Leigh's home. Reaching the wire fence they could not enter. Politely they phoned credentials (by a telephone at the outer gate); firmly they insisted that they were authentic firemen; were at length given entrance. Mrs. Ward Leigh they found seated before a large sirloin steak. Querulously she told them not to break the glass of her house while extinguishing the fire, then returned casually to consume more meat...
Where wealth is spent with decorous gorgeousness, there the Edward F. Huttons are-in Manhattan on Long Island, in the Adirondacks, at Palm Beach. The Palm Beach estate is so magnificent that the Huttons use wiles to keep intruders out. A sentry guards the gate. Once a brazen rich woman whom Mrs. Hutton refused to receive applied for a maid's job in the mansion. As inept as indelicate, she was quickly discovered. A private tunnel runs from the Hutton grounds to the famed Bath and Tennis Club of Palm Beach. Both Mr. and Mrs. Hutton like to entertain...
...sound intellectual belief that nothing was eternal but the past, that is to say, death. Pondering on these things, wondering too if justice consisted of more than sympathy, the professor trudged through the fog, down by the river, and home again by the rustic bridge. At the gate a servant awaited him eagerly to say that Lorie had cried buckets and was "all broke up," because she had had to go to bed, leaving Hergesell at the party with his blonde. The professor rushes to his darling, comforts her in vain. He alone understood that the blonde had every right...
Last Friday saw such a throng gathered in discontented attitude outside the Locker Building gate, for track had usurped the Stadium, to the exclusion of all else from the whole expanse of Soldiers Field, Likewise, on the morning of Memorial Day, the gates were closed with triple steel, and those who had ventured onto the Business School courts shortly beat a forced retreat. Each Sunday, too, the inevitable congestion of the University's tennis resources is increased appreciably by limiting to a few hours the time...