Word: gay
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Sirs: Friday evening I read TIME'S characterization, "aging, ailing Financier Bernard Mannes Baruch" [TIME, Aug. 21]. Saturday afternoon I met Mr. Baruch in the park of Saratoga Spa (where he has been for the past three weeks), gay over his physicians' discharge of him as completely cured of the mastoiditis that attacked him four months ago, looking fitter than I have ever seen him in all the years I have known him, declaring that he "felt, and was, better" than he had been in ten years. He flexed his arm, and his biceps were hard...
...Joachim von Ribbentrop took off for Moscow, and on Wednesday, when he signed the Pact, all Germany was jubilant. The press gloated, called the Axis "blockade proof," chided the English & French for "groveling before the Kremlin." The radio gloated some more. By nightfall Berlin's streets were as gay as any holiday. Cafes along Kurfurstendamm overflowed. It was good sport to salute friends with "Heil Stalin," and when some young blades rang the doorbell of the Soviet Embassy, shouted "Heil Moscow" and ran away, that was very funny too. In a midtown Bierstube, a band struck up the Communist...
Died. James Francis Harry St. Clair-Erskine, Earl of Rosslyn, 70, gay blade; of shock following a tragic report that his daughter's foot had been amputated by a crocodile;* in London. In 1927 his patrician relatives groaned, unsuccessfully tried to suppress his memoirs, My Gamble With Life (written "solely for money"), telling about his three marriages, two divorces (wife No. 2 recommended him as "an altogether delightful person, but absolutely impossible"); the loss of a $1,500,000 inheritance, mostly by gambling, which fascinated him as a mathematical problem to which he was always finding a new "solution...
...British mission left London, Old Plunk was gay. He wore in his buttonhole-"for optimism"-a red carnation and a wee sprig of heather. Less light-hearted was Lieut. Baskervyle Glegg, whose job it was to take care of such military secrets as have so far escaped espionage. Lieutenant Glegg toted his responsibility in a steel dispatch case fastened to his wrist by a three-foot chain. Lieutenant Glegg was heavy of heart because he was, handcuffed to the future of Europe...
...Bosom cov'red with flowers gay...