Word: passport
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...reached the Riviera, and played white-clad jeune fille to a smugly relieved mother, who basked then for weeks in the compliments the world paid her upon her daughter. Lest Mrs. Trevelyan's serenity be disturbed by the discovery of unaccountable Balkan visas on Loveday's passport, the girl blithely burns it. Just at the wrong time, however, for Loveday hears of Petal's remarriage, and instinctively recognizes that Charles, released from the bondage of maternal adoration, would yield to his Debonair if only she were at hand. How to get to England? A convenient husband...
...Carlo--in short, if you would acquire a large slice of that savoir faire which marks the experienced traveler, try PLEASURE IF POSSIBLE, by Karl K. Kitchen (Rae D. Henkle Co., New York. 1928, $2.50.) With an introduction by Will Rogers, it provides for every necessity, and supplies a passport for the gay life abroad...
...faced a battery of cameras, obligingly revealed a shock of springy red hair, grinned far into his freckled cheeks and quickly left the pier. No customs officers molested his baggage, no questions were asked, for he was Josef Willem Mengelberg,* high man in Holland, come once more with diplomatic passport to conduct the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Pressmen followed him, asked hurriedly of concerts abroad, of his villa in Switzerland (with its five subcellars), learned that he had held seance with Conductor Arturo Toscanini at Lake Como, discussed with him plans for the Philharmonic's 86th season.† Next...
...forest, and her grace and beauty belonged to the forest, while I, for good or bad, belonged to the world of men, and to this I must return. So I contented myself with giving her a photograph of myself? it was a passport photograph and revealed my beauty?and one kiss...
...that Colonel Lindbergh, the naïve, the non-commercial - the Lindbergh who carried a passport and letters of introduction with him on his flight-should have given his name to the ancient journalistic hoax came rather as a shock. Readers shook heads, shrugged shoulders, mumured: "Say, it isn't true, Lindy, say it isn't true." But, on reflection, they decided that, after all, it did not so much matter whether Colonel Lindbergh did or did not write his signed stories-they made excellent reading, they were presumably at least based on interviews with him, and Colonol...