Word: hat
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...beau geste when Chief Chiappe gave Clémenceau Valet Albert employment last week, not as a valet but as a special inspector of police. People who remember that the "Tiger" generally slept in his clothes, hardly ever allowed them to be pressed, and once wore the same hat for twelve years, know that Valet Albert, however faithful, could never valet satisfactorily exquisite Chief Chiappe, but may make an excellent inspector of police. Chauffeur François Brabant, who dug the grave of the Father of Victory, will soon be installed as curator of a "Clémenceau Museum." Funds...
Said Toscanini: "Then put on your hat or you'll catch cold...
Each will receive his hat at secret and at public consistories fortnight before Christmas. To Church diplomats the important fact was that of the five new Cardinals, only two were Italians. The traditional balance between Italian and non-Italian Cardinals in the Sacred College which for centuries has assured the election of an Italian Pope was sadly askew, standing last week: Italians, 29; non-Italians, 33. As there are still eight vacancies, another consistory will probably soon be held, more Cardinals appointed. But according to tradition at least four seats in the College of Cardinals must remain unfilled...
...Missouri, using a peg, passed down his rows in bounds but he was only taking two rows at a time. Harold Holmes of Rio, Ill, working as though there were no hurry at all, took three rows at once, seldom losing an ear. Tague of Iowa had his hat and shirt off and tore at the cornstalks like a madman fighting a phantom army. Near Holmes was his neighbor and friend, Walter Olson, another Swedish-American. Alone in their fields at home they had often tried to decide which could husk fastest. They had 80 minutes now to husk...
...Philip Stephanovitch . . . alighted with dignity from the sledge, raised his hat, bowed unsteadily in all directions and uttered through his nose a haughty condescending sound-something halfway between 'I am very pleased' and 'Please be seated'-and immediately began to talk such inexplicable rubbish about reconnoitring the village, the old Sabakin, the swindling representative, the bloody Tsar Nicholas, Isabella and other things, that the women were absolutely tongue-tied with fright and respect, and the driver exclaimed in a drunken voice, 'Gee up,' and clapped his arms across his chest with sheer delight...