Word: lapped
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...dusk on the night before Christmas Sara, in her grandfather's lap, rode across to La Fayette Square in the big Presidential limousine full of Roosevelts. From her place of honor she stared back at the holiday crowd while Grandfather Frank-lin lighted Washington's National Community Christmas Tree, but she paid more attention to the flashlights of photographers than she did to grandpaternal words of holiday cheer...
...kingpin of Minnesota's Farmer-Labor Party, months ago laid his plans to get into the U. S. Senate when Minnesota's Republican Thomas D. Schall should come up for re-election next autumn. Suddenly, last fortnight, a Senate seat was dropped into Governor Olson's lap when Senator Schall died after an automobile accident (TIME, Dec. 30). Farmer-Laborite Olson had only to resign as Governor and let his Lieutenant Governor appoint him to the Senate. Being a shrewd politician he knew that such a maneuver would look too raw to his State...
...meet any geisha girls?" chortled Vice President John Nance Garner as he stepped ashore in Seattle. "I'll have to consult my diary." On the last lap of their two-month junket to Japan, China and the Philippines (at the expense of the Philippine Commonwealth), the Vice President, 17 Senators and 29 Representatives with their wives and children entrained for Washington. At Spokane Junketeer Garner, snugly installed in an upper berth, refused to come down for cameramen, bored deeper into his pillow. One canny photographer focused his camera, stood back, ventured : "I still maintain the only way to catch...
Arriving in Washington on the first lap of a crowded itinerary mapped out by his host, the Protestant Episcopal Church, Dr. Temple stepped off the train carrying two umbrellas, was met by Bishop James Edward Freeman, resplendent in silk topper. In the National Cathedral on Sunday, the Archbishop spoke into a microphone...
Only second to the hangover on New Year's morning has been the journey back to Cambridge following like the Canadian Mounted close on the heels of the mid-winter orgy. While students of Yale and Wellesley began the second lap of their vacation on New Year's Day, lolling ostentatiously in their privileged security, Harvard men foamed at the mouth and decided that the French Revolution would have to be fought all over again. We may have been rich, but they were idle, and the two not being together was like Abercrombie with out Fitch...