Word: hats
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...bait ten million tourists into the city before Armistice Day; 2) to put to some practical use 1,400-acre Balboa Park and the many permanent neo-Hispanic buildings by the late Bertram Goodhue left over from the Panama-California Exposition of 1915-16.* Accordingly, the citizenry passed the hat to collect $500,000 for organization expenses, concessionaires were invited to participate, the U. S. Government appropriated $125,000 for a building, Henry Ford and Standard Oil erected two more, 32 foreign governments are represented in the House of Pacific Relations, and "a city of magic in a land...
...lever at the top. Like a head waiter, President Bouisson has spent his working hours in full dress. When the bonging of his bell or the bellow of his voice failed to quiet a parliamentary riot, he had one last way to restore order. He clapped his hat on his bald head. When the President of the Chamber of Deputies puts on his silk topper the Chamber is automatically adjourned...
...McDowell entered the operating room, threw his hat, cane and coat on a chair, rolled up his sleeves, prayed: "Direct me, Oh God, in performing this operation for I am but an instrument in Thy hands and am but Thy servant. If it is Thy will, spare this afflicted woman...
...small gilt chair in a five-foot sawdust ring, set Mayor LaGuardia on the chair. Cried Ringmaster Sarg: "Do you think he has enough hair to be Mayor?" Chorused the Saints & Sinners: "No." Ringmaster Sarg clapped a grey wig on the Mayor, added the fur trimmed cloak, tricorn hat and heavy chain of a British Lord Mayor. Then he pronounced him a Saint and a Sinner, summoned cameramen. Sinner LaGuardia, itchy under the wig, smiled feebly. Down upon his head fell a shower of popcorn...
Outside it was still pitch dark. Bowen Tufts slipped into his overcoat, put on his hat, stepped out of doors. He walked across the lawn and entered the garage, shutting the doors tight behind him. When the motor of his Packard sedan settled down to a quiet hum, he climbed out of the front seat, walked to the rear of the garage. Carefully taking off his hat, he lay down on the cement floor, a foot from the purring exhaust. At seven in the morning the maid found the motor still running. Bowen Tufts was dead...