Word: gourmets
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...former private secretary of Premier-Foreign Commissar Viacheslav Molotov, was host at as brilliant a reception as ever celebrated on foreign soil an anniversary of the Bolshevik Revolution, until very recently a black day on the Nazi calendar. Although the U. S. S. R. has never rated as a gourmet's paradise, diplomats the world over long ago learned to expect at Soviet Embassy parties as tasty spreads as ever graced a Tsar's table. In hungry Germany the Embassy's guests were not disappointed this time...
...last week adorned the bodies of virtually all of France's Cabinet Ministers, most of her home diplomats, many of her social leaders, in one of the gloomiest caverns in Paris-the Gare du Nord. The notables had gathered to say good-by to a good friend, wit, gourmet, an artisan of tact, a monocle-bearing, well-dressed Briton, Sir Eric Phipps, 64, retiring from the British diplomatic service after two years as Ambassador to France and after 30-odd in the service of his Kings...
Alfred Jenkins Shriver was a precise Baltimore bachelor, an alumnus of Johns Hopkins. He stuttered terribly but never let that bother him. As a Maryland gourmet, he was famed for his perfect dinner parties. As a Maryland lawyer, he specialized in wills. Last September Alfred Shriver died, aged 72, leaving a will that was something...
Operatic Tenor Giovanni Martinelli is a gourmet. Day after a delicious late supper of crab meat, the 52-year-old singer felt somewhat queasy, but did not allow his feelings to interfere with his duty: a matinee of Aida at Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera. But in the famed aria "Celeste Aida," Martinelli began edging toward the wings, speeding up the aria's sluggish phrases. In the shadow of the wings he collapsed of indigestion. Next morning the New York Herald Tribune printed a column of Martinelli's hints on Italian food...
...January dinner of the exclusive New York Gourmet Society, during a silence after applause, Emily Post (Etiquette) spilled a spoonful of Swedish lingonberries on the tablecloth. Calmly she said: "People generally think I'm made of tin, a sort of mechanical robot...