Word: glamorizing
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Jorge Ubico has made Guatemala the glamor girl of the Central American Republics. He has reduced the national debt 50%, has got his paper currency covered 100% by gold, has built and paid for public works. He has granted the Indians property rights, their own courts, their own military uniforms. But taxes are high, and Indians who cannot pay are forced to work their taxes out on Government projects...
Hopeful soldiers, lightsome newsmen wondered out loud whether the lower age brackets for junior hostesses indicated that the Army was bidding for glamor. The Morale Division in Washington announced frostily that it was interested only in ladies of dignity and dispatch; no mere women need apply...
Deliberately Willkie had divested himself of any possible glamor; distrusting heroics and grandiosity, he had stripped his speeches to bare, plain statements. But the people who had shouted "We Want Willkie!" were not hoping for a simple, humble fellow but for a great, forceful leader, a torchbearer, a prophet, a hero...
...same combatants! We are being told, to be sure, that it is something different a holy crusade for a holy cause! just as we were told this thing about the war of 1914-18. Every war is always "different" from other wars while it is being fought and the glamor of heroism and sacrifice is still upon it. But when "the cold gray dawn of the morning after" has come, the sordid reality is revealed. The last war, as the documents have proved, was not holy at all. And this war is the continuation of that war! So says...
Because Detroit's dowagy, elegant Mrs. Hugh Dillman hates to think of her granddaughter, Christine Cromwell, as a glamor girl, she planned a simple debut for the 18-year-old daughter (by his first wife) of onetime Minister to Canada James H. R. Cromwell. For the party last week at her Grosse Point, Mich, estate, Mrs. Dillman brought Emile Petti's orchestra by plane from Manhattan, tied up the family yacht at the edge of the lawn (which drops into Lake St. Clair), served breakfast on solid gold plates, summoned photographers from all Detroit papers...