Word: hatting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Then came the Inaugural and so far as the public was concerned John Nance Garner was just one more Alexander Throttlebottom.† He made no public speeches, seldom said anything to the Press, refused to go out socially. Once a year he clapped on his silk hat like a sombrero and dined formally with the President at the White House. Once a year he returned the President's invitation at his hotel. Outside the Senate he was seen three or four afternoons a week in his reserved box at the ball park or occasionally riding through the streets...
...TIME, May 6; LETTERS, May 27). Leaving their wives & children behind for a few days, 136 men swung aboard day coaches, rode all night to Palmer. There they lined up with their 67 predecessors, shuffled past the colony's genial Chief Don Irwin, dipping their hands into his hat. A slip of paper told each man which 40 acres, barring swaps, failure or despair, were to be his home until he died. Without a stop to look at their new land, the 136 new colonists pitched in to help unload the train, scatter farm equipment and household goods among...
...General Maxime Weygand, favorite of Marshal Foch and onetime Inspector General of the French Army, emerged from obscurity last week to take part in the ceremony of relighting the Eternal Flame under the Arc de Triomphe. He was greeted with wild cheers. One passer-by refused to take his hat off. That started a fist fight. Nationalists in the crowd suddenly began to shout: "Put Weygand in Power! Weygand for France!" His admirers nearly tore for the clothes off the little soldier, forced police to hustle him to safety. It was a small but significant sample of France...
...became a priest in 1870, is supposed to have twice renounced his rights to an earldom. Alert old Father Quirk has ministered for half a century to three mountain parishes 15 miles apart. Devoted to his collie "Shep," his blackened pipe, his comfortable Congress gaiters and his crushed black hat, he refused until last year to accept an automobile from his flock, preferring to ride from parish to parish on a sturdy grey horse. Once, said he, his eye for horseflesh caused him to stop to admire a number of mounts tethered in Huntington. One of the horse-owners asked...
...Well then get off the river by eight o'clock or you'll be taken away!" He suddenly pulled a revolver from his pocket, fired two shots over the Duke's hat, and disappeared...