Word: m
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Stoutly replied Mr. Cosgrave: "It's stronger. The Dominions are coming around to our way gradually but we have a measure of authority now that they have not-officially. I'm the Prime Minister of the Free State and as such the titular head of the state. The Governor-General is appointed on my advice. He is merely the ceremonial representative of the British King. I come up for election in the Dail [the lower house] and have to be approved by the Seanad [the Senate]. Then I appoint my ministers and they are approved in the same...
Lucien Lelong: Gowns of intricate cut, moulding and revealing the curved lines of the figure, executed in subdued light shades. Said M. Lelong, last week: "Woman returns to the elegant, poised, long-limbed, distinguished figure. She abandons with relief the bony, jazzy flapper figure, evoked by the aftermath of War hysteria...
That irrepressible Parisien, M. Louis Dolgara, smart critic, minor poet, submitted on a wager, last week, to an horrific sentence which he has often passed on other poets: "They ought to be thrown to the lions." At Le Cirque, de Paris rash Poet Dolgara entered a cage replete with mangy kings of beastdom and sat down to read selections from his poems. He declaimed for half an hour. The weary lions yawned, then dozed, then slept. Triumphant, impertinent Louis Dolgara emerged to jest: "My fame shall be greater than Daniel's! My work has stood trial by lions...
...draw Rumania out of the orbit of her time-honored ally, France. An Italian-Albanian-Bulgarian-Rumanian rapprochement spanning the lower Balkans and linked up with Hungary, thus encircling Italy's enemy Jugoslavia, has long been a favorite pipe dream for correspondents. Lest it crystallize into a rumor, M. Titulescu prepared, last week, to visit Paris for a friendly chat with Foreign Minister Aristide Briand of France...
...stories, wagering on races before summer winds. Yachtsmen pore over specifications, they telephone brokers, they enviously peruse stories in the newspapers of other yachtsmen building palaces that float. Last week arrived in New York the Savarona, longest motor yacht in the world, built at Wilmington, Del., for Mrs. Richard M. Cadwalader, of Philadelphia. Experts, friends, reporters scrambled along her decks absorbing her astounding luxuries, delved in her engine rooms peering at gauges, twiddling gadgets...