Word: handkerchiefs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Like all gossip columnists, Irv Kupcinet finds nightclubs exciting, and gets some of the excitement into his column. Every night, sportily dressed in a shirt with long Sinatra-style points (and with KUP loudly emblazoned on his handkerchief, tie clasp, cuff links and gold ring) he patrols such spots as Chez Paree and the Shangri-La, slapping backs, sipping coffee, soaking up column items. His red-haired wife tags along, often wearing a blouse stenciled with his columns. He haunts the Pump Room of the swank Ambassador East Hotel, a telephone plugged in at his table. Even at home, where...
...weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize" With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes...
...Cheat? But what about U.S. schools? Most of the visitors had found the work there much easier than at home. Therefore, said Czechoslovakia's Jaroslava Moserova, "Americans cheat far less in examinations. At home, everyone cheats and everyone helps. You write notes on your handkerchief or pin notes to your skirt. But when I go back, I'm going to study without cheating...
Behind Two Doors. He usually eats breakfast on the sunny red-tiled loggia, practically naked ("not just in shorts, but often just wearing a handkerchief or something," says Vera). Then he dresses, plunges into his workroom, labors at a table that resembles an architect's and rivals Franklin Roosevelt's for gimcracks: rows of art gum erasers, each neatly labeled, trays of pens, pencils, different colors and kinds of inks. He has two pianos in the narrow room, a grand and an upright, and still does his composing at the piano...
...behind the speaker's desk. A ruddy, portly old Socialist waddled up to the rostrum, his pince-nez and a finger wagging together. Cried he: "You are a clever fellow, Basso, and a good orator, but you have used us like doormats." Mopping his face with a silk handkerchief, Basso surveyed the old gentleman, then shrugged and turned away. The Socialist Party might be dead, but Basso knew where his course...