Word: medals
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...forced on him and he could not gracefully refuse. But that was not the case. He knew that he was to receive some honor, requested that there be no ceremony. At a dinner party one evening, Marshal Göring, the last guest to arrive, gave Lindbergh the medal in a case, saying simply, "By order of the Führer I give 'you this." Lindbergh frankly says he was as glad to get it as the decorations of other nations. Ideologies in international politics are not his meat...
...Mobile, Ala. the Colonial Dames offered a gold medal for the best patriotic essay written by a University Military School undergraduate The winner: Cade Lieutenant Robert Wallace Chin, son of Chinese Laundryman Tom Chin...
...usually has a luncheon date, to make a speech, receive a medal or talk politics with somebody. After lunch she reads some more, paces around her apartment, with a pencil and a pad of yellow paper in her hand, and generally gets curious about something and starts telephoning people. She runs up tremendous telephone bills calling Washington and London. At teatime people start dropping in: friends, ex perts and refugees. She almost always goes out to dinner, or has a flock of people to her apartment. She seldom talks anything but world affairs and seldom stops talking them. Her husband...
...where his master Herriot was also mayor. Then Daladier got a promotion to the Lycée Condorcet in Paris. At that moment the World War broke out. He entered the Army as a sergeant, fought (Arras, Champagne, Verdun, Flanders), became an infantry captain, earned a Legion of Honor medal, the Croix de Guerre, three citations for bravery. In the autumn of 1919 he went back to take his job at the Lycée Condorcet. Again it eluded him. He stayed just two weeks before his old teacher Herriot persuaded him to run for Parliament as a Radical Socialist...
Francisco ("Pancho") Sarabia is a small Mexican with a white-toothed smile and surprising blue eyes. One morning last week, at Mexico City's airport, he put a rabbit's foot and a holy medal into his wallet, climbed into a five-year-old racing plane, took off in the direction of New York City. Pancho bucked strong head winds, got up at times to 16,000 ft. He had started with 525 gallons, but after passing Philadelphia he began to worry about his gas. When he sighted his destination, Floyd Bennett Field, he decided he was just...