Word: pearls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...came from Italy some 40 years ago, Carlo Salvatore Cicero, with shears and razors; a barber, aged 16. He found work in the old Astor House and ran a shop of his own in Pearl Street after hours. It was a heyday of whiskers; one's pompadour was as important as one's politics...
...sharp evening in December, 1888, "The Count" remembers. Into his Pearl Street shop came a rising young barrister for whose pompadour and mustache Manhattan already entertained an admiration that was to grow and grow as the barrister matured and developed a beard. The gentleman was quite excited. He was, he said, to be married in the morning. Carlo Salvator Cicero and no one else must come to his house after breakfast. Mr. Cicero went. He whetted his blade, he whipped his lather, he wielded scissors, comb and brush to achieve the acme of tonsorial impeccability the masterpiece of a career...
...will overtop the Woolworth building and the Eiffel tower, and it will seriously threaten the limits of human credibility. It is to be an office building, with the four top stories given over to sightseers; but from the architect's drawing there is to be no mother-of-pearl gilding such as makes the Singer building gaudy. It is to be strictly business...
...daughter Leah, "the Pearl of Kimberly," mistress of unstinted millions, became involved in a love affair with Woolf Joel (son of her father's nephew, Solomon Joel), quarreled with him (he was shot down later under mysterious circumstances), married and divorced a poor violinist, and has now been married a total of three times to Carlyle Blackwell (U. S.-born, onetime famed British cinema actor) with whom she lives vivaciously in Europe...
...Where can I get gold for all this currency of the Confederate States of America?" was his first question. But Jacob Dreicer had another recourse for livelihood. On the inside of his innermost shirt he had sewed little velvet sacks, and each little velvet sack held a pearl. He knew pearls and emeralds, rubies and sapphires. In a way he knew diamonds too, but he did not like them, least of all when he saw them wired on the stomacher of the Manhattan dame of a Civil War profiteer. And he did love pearls; liked to caress them against...