Word: hats
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Legion pins. William Edward ("Bill") Easterwood Jr., big breezy Texan and vice-commander of the Legion, was in Rome last week. He called on Italy's King Victor Emanuel and Premier Benito Mussolini, afterwards confided to the Press: "Premier Mussolini asked for the pin I wore on my hat and I pinned it on his lapel. I offered the King the one I had on my coat and pinned it on his lapel. He said he was very proud to wear it." Thus Vice-Commander Eas terwood thought he had made Italy's King and Premier honorary members...
...from witnessing the secret practices of the varsity football team. Mike had a failed banner given to him in 1908 by Percy Haughton. Waving this flag before him he lead the snake dances and football rallies in the old days. At other times he would don a tail silk hat, and with the same banner attend the important weddings where Harvard athletes were concerned...
...shrewd and aggressive naval chief who runs the department instead of letting the admirals run it. A good mixer, he has known most of them by their first names for years. His pince-nez slide down his long snipe nose. He wears coats two sizes too big. His felt hat is generally cocked at a raffish angle. For weekends he goes off on a destroyer to sniff salt air or visits the Hoover camp on the Rapidan, now in charge of marines. In his office he scorns details. When mail stacks up too high before him, he sweeps it impatiently...
Next day, with his hat over his eyes, a young Spanish Republican swaggered down Madrid's Broadway, the noisy Calle de Alcala. Before the 17th Century Calatravas Church, he stopped. Its soft slate façade was a mass of scrawled inscriptions and caricatures. One he had never noticed before, a silhouet of a man with a large hooked nose and protruding...
When Duveen first denounced the Hahn Belle, Mme Harm's husband was a Kansas City auto salesman anxious to help but untutored in the art of expertizing paintings. Last week, while Lord Duveen in his scarlet cloak and cocked hat entered the House of Lords to bow three times before the Lord Chancellor and take his seat as a peer of the realm, Harry J. Hahn reappeared in the New York Press, with every phrase of the art expert's vocabulary at the tip of his tongue. Mr. Hahn was ready to damn Lord Duveen anew and present...