Word: hi
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Hi, Eleanor!" Then began a heavy schedule such as Eleanor Roosevelt can take. After tea at the palace, a chat with the two young Princesses, a state dinner with the Churchills and the Mountbattens, she stayed up until 2 a.m. talking with second son Lieut. Colonel Elliott Roosevelt, now assigned to London. Next day the passport room at the American Embassy was cleared of desks and filing cases for a press conference. Mrs. Roosevelt called the conference to order like a ladies' club meeting, apologized for her slight deafness, charmed the 100 reporters with quick, unhesitating answers. Question : "What...
...before the ornate sarcophogi of Nelson and Wellington; in a cavernous bomb shelter (8,000 capacity) she was particularly interested in the children's toothbrush rack. When she got to the Red Cross's Washington Club on Curzon Street, the American doughboys greeted her with shouts of "Hi, Eleanor." In a short speech in the cafeteria-filled with the good smell of hot coffee and doughnuts-she made a motherly promise to the troops: warmer socks and faster mail. She left to see the rest of the country. As with her own countrymen, Britons did not know where...
Dinah, wary of celebrity hunters, declares: "They'll never turn me into a glamor girl." She prefers the armed forces, likes to pass the soldiers' hangout near the Vine Street Brown Derby, greeting soldiers (especially privates) with: "Hi ya, soldier! My name's Dinah. What's yours?" "Once I get them and they get me," she says, "we have a wonderful time." She has stopped her car to sing her head off to a one-man sentry in the desert...
...standing in a clump of banyan trees and I didn't recognize him at first. He was wearing a big pith helmet and I hadn't calculated on his having a red beard. He stepped out on the road and said, 'Hi, John,' and I said, 'What say, Al,'-a little more excitedly than we would when we met in the corridors of the TIME & LIFE Building in New York...
...Hi, Vag, how's the boy? About time we get on the ball, isn't it? God, if other colleges can sell $1000 a week, we should be able to make that look like chicken feed." Chicken feed? For 4000 Harvard guys, I guess it is, thought Vag. "Well, I'll think about it, anyway." He reached for a card on the table. "You know, there's no reason why we can't do it if those other guys can. Why haven't we started this before? "But we have been--" answered the man behind the table, who was counting...