Word: hostess
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Engaged, Ishbel Allan MacDonald. 55, onetime (1924, 1929-35) hostess at No. 10 Downing Street (for her widowed father, the late Prime Minister James Ramsay MacDonald). now keeper of the Plow Inn, Speen, Bucks.; to Norman ("Tinker") Ridgley, 35, house painter, electrician's helper, ditchdigger, gardener, drummer in Speen's band, regular customer at the Plow, topflight darts player; in Leeds, England...
After seven years in a French convent, 18-year-old Victoria arrived in England to make her own way as a governess. But Lady Derby, her aunt, had a better idea: to install her as hostess at the British Embassy at Washington, where her father was now British Ambassador. Skillful wangling won the consent of Queen Victoria, President Garfield's wife, balky U. S. Cabinet members' wives. A sensation from the start, dark, blue-eyed, naïve Victoria, with her heavy French accent and "marvellously curving mouth," did in Washington "exactly what she liked with everybody...
...night last week, just after announcing his engagement to a Hampshire typist, Britain's Flying Officer A. E. Clouston, using the De Havilland Comet airplane that won 1934's England-Australia derby, took off from Croydon with Mrs. Betty Kirby-Green, 32-year-old London club hostess, financed by a champagne raffle, speed-bound for the Cape of Good Hope. The weary pair climbed out of their Comet at Capetown 45 hrs. 2 min. later, having traversed the 6,200 miles in 33 hrs. 24 min. less time than it took Amy Johnson last year. Said Flying Officer...
...entered his employer's house, both eyes clert for anything herbaceous. Everything happened in less than a jiffy. The hostess was receiving her guests near the door. Mr. Pinkle had barely shook hands when he dropped to his knees and tore ravenously at her skirt. She screamed, Mr. Pinkle is eating my grass skirt. Look at me. The guests were not slow to do this. 'Now,' she wailed, 'I can't be a Hawaian dancer.' The next day Mr. Pinkle got a raise. His employer explained, my wife doesn't want to give any more parties. Her grass skirt...
...need not worry. In fact, you're very lucky to have escaped unscathed. I once went to a party where they served thirty-two cases of champagne (not quite all to me) and I woke up at four-thirty in the morning still dancing with the hostess. But I was an usher that time, and someone had to start her off. The other boys figured I could stand it, I guess, and I guess I could in the good old days. I am therefore sympathetically, Your UNCLE SMUGLY...