Word: looter
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...Everybody likes to give money," says Chatô. "Brazilians like big things, and everybody knows I'm doing big things for Brazil." Few of his countrymen dare or care to quibble; one Brazilian industrialist who balked found himself labeled in Chatô's press as "a bandit, looter, pachyderm, hippopotamus, Berber filibuster, Barbary pirate." Typical contributors: Coffee King Geremia Lunardelli, Banker (and former Ambassador to Washington) Walther Moreira Salles, Industrialist Francisco ("Baby") Pignatari (occasional playmate of Linda Christian). Chatô himself is the most generous giver, but seems almost ashamed to admit that he ever had to reach...
...Crowds were so thick that few got a good look at the paintings. U.S. Army officials had planned, and promised, to ship the whole show back to Germany as soon as it closed. General Lucius Clay insisted their prompt return would be proof that one conqueror was not a looter. Several Congressmen were equally insistent that more Americans should be allowed to see the paintings. Last week the Army worked out a Solomonic compromise...
...rooms, stood on Bellevue Avenue, along with the palaces of the Whitneys, the Belmonts, the Havemeyers, Fahnestocks, Goulds and Astors. In those days, hard-eyed, black-mustached, hard-driving tycoons (who enjoyed such titles as "the Wolf of Wall Street," "the Pirate," "the Robber Baron," "the Plunger" or "the Looter of the Erie") were generally terrorized by their little women, who in mortal rivalry built great houses which, after the next crash, became known as Somebody's Folly...
...Self Portrait of the Artist Slightly Squiffed by Baron Vivant Dominique Denon, Napoleon's chief looter and director of the Louvre...
...managed to win a military scholarship and embraced the career of arms under the doomed Dragon Throne. When patriotic bombs began to pop, Chiang Kai-shek (then a stripling of 24) secured command of a revolutionary brigade in Shanghai and lived for several months the gay life of a looter, profligate ?drunken and debauched. Suddenly he cut short this spree and when convivial friends assembled to remonstrate he cried: ''You are my friends! My friends? Bah! I have given up your kind of life to give my real services to my country. . . . You are not MY friends...