Word: masterly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Residents of Timothy Dwight College, Yale, therefore, have now taken up temporary residence elsewhere, a good many of them being put up at the Master's House...
...early morning hours at his modest home in Hillsborough about 20 miles from his office. Sometimes he asks businessmen to come out in the morning so that he can talk to them on the way into town. His chauffeur drives his Cadillac at a terrific clip, which is his master's wish. He may not get to his office until 11 a. m. Sometimes he takes a room in the Mark Hopkins hotel, conducts business from bed. His promotion last week was largely a matter of form, for he has long been acknowledged as heir apparent...
Farley-Riley, The two characters who were chiefly responsible for earmarking the U. S. winter of 1936 with this insane melody were named Eddy Farley, fleshy master-of-ceremonies, and Mike Riley, emaciated trombone player, at a small dive called the Onyx Club in Manhattan's iniquitous West 52nd Street. Last week they claimed to be $1,000 richer than they were a month ago when the song was first published, with royalties just beginning to come in. They expected to make a trip to Hollywood to do a series of cinema shorts. Meanwhile their names were last week...
Like the typical seaman he is, tall, lean Captain Hans Kieff of the Hamburg-American Line is adept at battling the elements, poor at talking about them. At 52, he has been everything on ships from cabin boy to U-Boat commander during the War. Lately he has been master of the S. S. Deutschland...
...tries to appear, is uncomfortably aware that they order these things better in England. This popular U. S. attitude toward fox-hunting is reflected in the jolly apologias emitted from time to time by U. S. foxy grandpas. Latest view-halloo was sounded by Harry Twyford Peters, Master of the Meadow Brook Hounds. Written primarily of and for the manure set, Just Hunting is not to be mentioned in the same breath with Siegfried Sassoon's masterly Memoirs of a Fox-Hunting Man, but even to readers who have never seen the world from the vantage of horseback...