Word: lunches
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...newsmen. The night before Eisenhower left, one hitherto critical Fleet Streeter declared: "We have learned to regard you here as a friend and helper." Then he added: "Should the President come back again, we shall try to ask you questions such as 'Will he be having haggis for lunch?' " Deadpanned Jim' Hagerty: "Thank you very much. I appreciate...
...just 2 Ibs. over his best football weight at West Point. His blood pressure held at a healthy 140/80. He continued to take anticoagulant drugs, held to a low-fat diet, but felt free to wander into the kitchen of his Gettysburg farm to order "nice fresh corn" for lunch. His habits, too, were those of the same old Ike. He arose at 7 or 7:15 each morning, showered, shaved, had a small steak for breakfast, and was at his desk by 8 or 8:15. After lunch, he took an hour-long nap, then worked until...
...Bridges, partly because he knew of Bridges' long-standing interest in civil defense (this was news to Styles Bridges, who has shown about 'as much interest in civil defense as in establishing a Franklin Delano Roosevelt chair of political science at New Hampshire University). Could Bridges have lunch with Rockefeller on Tuesday? Sorry, but Bridges already had a luncheon date. Would Bridges meet Rocky Tuesday afternoon? Sorry, but Bridges was off to New Hampshire to keep a speaking engagement. Would Bridges like to fly to New Hampshire in the Rockefeller Bros, private plane? Thanks very much, but Bridges...
...cold showers a day, and the newlyweds fill the frustrated hours with a colorful junket about Spain, where much of the picture was shot. As a studio pressagent describes it: "It's a drawing-room comedy, mostly out doors." Or, as the teen-agers say, mostly out to lunch...
...book, Who Made Yellow Roses Yellow?, might draw a bravo from Marquand for its social surgery. At college, blueblooded Fred had got socially iffy Clayton into the best clubs. Years later, with the hourglass of fortune reversed, Fred needs work and Clayton is an advertising bigwig. At a sanctimonious lunch full of bogus bonhomie, Clayton offers Fred no job. and all but admits that one of his greatest pleasures is watching the mighty campus idols of old crash at his well-shod feet...