Word: mattering
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...fusty Washington grandes dames were inclined to sneer at Mrs. Cafritz' ambitions-but then, they had never accepted Perle Mesta either, and Perle Mesta did all right without them (TIME, March 14). Budapest-born Gwen Cafritz, as a matter of fact, had never even quite made the grade with the hostess whose evening slippers she hopes to fill. Gwen was never invited to Perle's parties, although Perle received several invitations from Gwen. Washington gossips like to say that when Perle took a house not far from the Cafritzes, Gwen promptly phoned her, said: "Now that...
...first. Steam burst from its top, digging a small crater which filled with mud and water. Steadily the explosions grew more violent; the steam smelled of sulphur and broke out strongly enough to toss rocks high in the air. But still there was no hot lava or other volcanic matter. The rocks and sand thrown out were just local material torn loose by the steam...
...confusion was no laughing matter. It meant that in case of an atomic bombing, or a mishap at an atomic plant, no one would be able to say just when it would be safe to send in rescue squads. Said Dr. Newell: "This is like saying you don't know whether a teaspoonful or tumblerful of poison will make a man sick...
More Mustard, Please. No matter what they looked like, one thing was clear. Lustron, as Gunderson's testimony revealed, was simply RFC under another name. When Lustron's persuasive President Carl G. Strandlund (who lives at Columbus, Ohio, in a frame house, with an adjoining Lustron guesthouse) proposed his program three years ago, RFC turned it down. Wilson Wyatt, then Federal Housing administrator, quit in protest. Presidential Assistant John Steelman stepped in and asked RFC to reconsider. RFC did so; it set Lustron on its feet with a $15.5 million loan (Strandlund & associates raised $840,000). Within...
...time and money fixing her face, it is tough to run slap into a wacky stranger who declares that he has fallen in love with her at first sight because she has the world's muddiest skin and largest pores. Should she decide that any compliment, no matter how disconcerting, is better than no compliment at all? Or should she tell the adoring stranger to mind his own damn business...