Word: gifted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...bill last year was $27 a week (although 11% say it was over $40). She owns 4.6 cookbooks and tried out at least one new recipe last month, which "everybody" liked. Her principal hobbies are her home and husband, sewing-dressmaking-knitting, gardening, sports, music, reading. She received a gift of flowers or candy on three or more occasions last year-and, in case anyone is interested, the one gift she would like most to have this year is either an automobile, a fur coat, some household appliance, a radio or radio-phonograph, some clothes, a trip, or a home...
After kneeling together before a 300-year-old altar in San José, the Presidents got off some conventional remarks, then flew to Corumba, where they swapped compliments and gifts. One sharp-eyed observer noted that Hertzog's gift to Dutra, a medallion engraved with the likenesses of the two Presidents, came in a case stamped "made in Buenos Aires...
...Quebec City, Premier Maurice Duplessis got a gift from an admirer: the Grand Cross of the Order of the Liberator San Martin from Argentina's President Juan Domingo Peron...
...magazine will be nine-tenths pictures. It will also be adless (Malcolm's idea, reluctantly approved by B.C.). Forbes is counting heavily on its snob appeal-it is designed to look impressive on boardroom tables-but figures that many a businessman will want to buy it as a gift (with his name as donor on the inside cover) for his local library. "Heavy antique stock," the prospectus brags, "will give the magazine its fine library appeal guaranteed to keep its timbre and color for a century." In four years, Malcolm hopes to get 100,000 circulation...
Scrawny Turkey. Once he gained fame, Author Caldwell abandoned his narrow, though unusual gift. Prompted perhaps by the party-line critics and earnest sociologists who misread his sordid stories as profound exposures of Southern society,* Caldwell undertook to write "seriously." The result was lamentable: each of his recent novels is more inept than its predecessor, and the latest one is as scrawny a literary turkey as has been hatched...