Word: leatherized
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week it was not April, but Britain was no longer at peace, when Sir John Simon rose to open a new, extraordinary budget. Before him was the worn red leather dispatch box that had been used by Gladstone. Three famed predecessors of Sir John's sat in the crowded Commons as he opened the box and began drawing out sheaves of paper. There was Neville Chamberlain, who used to have the amiable boomtime duty of announcing surpluses. There was Winston Churchill, who in the years 1924-29 would accompany his budget demands with thumping gestures. And, tiny...
...slumped in a front-row black-leather seat in the House last week, chin cupped in hand, listening to a pale, grave, calm President (see p. 11), possible attacks on that aggressive defense went through his mind. By week's end one thing was clear about the isolationist strategy: the old bogey of the House of Morgan was to be hung like an albatross around Franklin Roosevelt's neck...
Captain Borkowski, who had wept with his officers as they embraced him and said goodby, collected his 25 pieces of luggage, including a mattress and a mariner's clock, hung his marine glasses over one shoulder, hitched a leather brief case up under an arm, and with a raincoat rustling around his sea legs, entrained for Halifax...
...Borah anti-repeal forces a minimum of 25 men, a maximum of 40. Therefore Jimmy Byrnes knew he had the most important thing-the votes-in the bag. But well he knew that only such a magnificent optimist as Franklin Roosevelt could seriously believe that 435 brass-tongued, leather-lunged Congressmen would meekly report to Washington, legislate one bill, then go quietly home in a time of crisis. Byrnes said nothing, silently agreed with Bennett Clark that the Congress, once called, would stay for the duration of World...
...great oratorical fugue about to start in the Capitol, never had there been a more unanimously attentive audience. The man who will play the counterpoint in that fugue, his eyebrows now white with time, sat brooding in his hideaway, now and then napping on a creaking old black-leather couch. Borah was ready for the fight of his life. The odds were against him but no man could yet say that he had lost...