Word: lawns
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...beaming with happy expectation. So were the 120 members of the "gang," as Louis Howe calls the White House office force. They were delighted to have a wholly air-conditioned building to save them from the summer's heat; delighted with the roomy basement offices extending out under the lawn and surrounding a little sunken court with a fountain in its centre; delighted that in place of the beautiful but useless McKim dome over the old waiting room, their palace had got a roomy penthouse where more secretaries and clerks, including those of Mrs. Roosevelt, can do more work more...
...Lawn Tennis Association, William O'Brien is Public Enemy No. 1. For the past four years U.S.L.T.A. has watched Mr. O'Brien woo away from amateurism the cream of the nation's tennis crop. Last year his prize catch was Ellsworth Vines. With Vines, William Tilden, Bruce Barnes and Vincent Richards, Promoter O'Brien played 75 towns and cities, taught the public to like professional tennis exhibitions, grossed $243,000 from 352,412 customers. But no theatrical producer puts on the same thing year after year. Casting about for a new act to liven...
Congress stood Sculptor Greenough's Washington as long as it could, then moved it out on the Capitol lawn and voted $5,000 more to put a shed over it. A few years later came another appropriation ($1,000) to take the shed down and put up a fence. The last artistic attack on the long-suffering taxpayers occurred in 1908 when, for $5,000 more, George Washington was bundled off to the obscure chapel of the Smithsonian Institution where Pressman Othmann discovered him last week...
...What a mess!" cried irrepressible Jeannette Piccard. "I wanted to land on the White House lawn...
...Camden, N. J., Mrs. Elsie Barnabie eyed malevolently the workmen who had come to replace the electric light pole on her front lawn, refused even to give her the old one for firewood. As soon as they had dug a clean new hole she plumped herself down, dangled her legs in the hole, delivered an ultimatum: "Now you can't put any pole in at all. It would block our view." Equipped with blankets, food and a blazing fire nearby, she sat stolidly on the edge of the hole all afternoon, all night. Every eight hours a new shift...