Word: golfed
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...prompting such statements? Shultz attributed his remarks in China to "a little annoyance and a lot of fatigue." Intimates suggest that the pressures of his job are bringing the private side of Shultz into public view. Says one: "He has a hell of a temper. You should play golf with him." Perhaps Shultz is trying to show the White House and Pentagon that he is no pushover. Indeed, many in the State Department hope that Shultz is getting into fighting trim for the foreign policy battles ahead...
...happens again.") After lunch, as the Annenbergs' staff of 50 cleared away the maple-soufflé dishes and champagne (1970 Dom Perignon) glasses, the party motored around the perfectly green grounds - Walter driving the Queen, his wife Lee chauffeuring the Prince - in Annenberg's fleet of electric golf carts...
...down in history as the preppy painter par excellence. It is a wealthy and confident artist who stands next to his wood-burning stove in his chinos, blue button-down Oxford and knit tie (his work clothes) in the Self-Portrait of 1968. Then there are picnics on the golf course in Lunch Under the Elm Tree, charming portraits of perfectly attired little girls (his daughters), and a relaxing backyard clay court match in dress whites in The Tennis Game of 1972. Even Bruno, the family golden retriever, makes an appearance or two and the scenes of Maine feature...
...Department's antitrust chief, let it be known last week that he thinks company bosses should always record their phone conversations with other company bosses. That would make it harder, reasoned Baxter, to try to fix prices over the phone. Many businessmen found the idea absurd. Could wired golf carts and bugged swizzle sticks be far behind? -By John S. DeMott. Reported by David S. Jackson/Washington and Allen Pusey /Dallas
...during the last 20 years of his life. But Sue Davidson Lowe is his grandniece and thus was privy, as she grew up, to glimpses of an artist that outsiders seldom saw. He was Uncle Al to her, an old gent who liked chocolate ice cream cones and miniature golf, and who used summers at the Stieglitz family compound in Lake George, N.Y., to relax and flirt innocently with young female relatives. She knew him as a character before she bumped into his legend: "It was not until 1932 or 1933, when I was ten or eleven years old, that...