Word: piped
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...self-made businessman, a graduate of Harvard Law School, Gabrielson is 58, a calm, pipe-smoking conservative. He served four terms in the New Jersey state legislature, became speaker of the assembly, ran the state campaigns in 1936 and 1940. He supported Ohio's Bob Taft last year, was later peeved by Dewey's do-nothing campaign. He insists, however, that he will be neutral on the job: "The chairman's job is to elect candidates, not select them...
...large extent, Hugh Scott, an agreeable, pipe-smoking Philadelphia lawyer, was a belated casualty of last November's election. Hand-picked by Candidate Tom Dewey last summer in payment for Pennsylvania's timely convention support, he had served out the campaign as a sort of front man for Dewey's own strategy board (after the election, he not only admitted this fact, but advertised it). When the Dewey strategists vanished from sight, Chairman Scott was still standing there, pipe in hand, a patient smile on his face, and looking as if this was nothing compared to what...
Lanky Eddie Gall, traffic cop at Dearborn and Madison, rubbed his big bass drum with glass wax. Ed Roubik, warehouse foreman, licked the mouthpiece of his ebony musette pipe and squealed a few notes. Hefty Morton H. Petrie, salesman for a candy company, strapped on his whip drum and knocked off a couple of tiddybums, tiddybums. Shrieking pipes and throbbing drums in the hands of 60 middle-aged musicians swung informally into The Hootchy-Kootchy, Little Egypt's tune at the 1893 World's Fair...
During the past two years, a drawling, 220-lb. man with a brier pipe in one hand and a notebook in the other has been wandering along the East Coast and through parts of the Midwest talking to people. He has popped up in all sorts of places, and chatted over everything from tea to corn whisky and orange bitters. "I always follow the custom of the country," says Raven Ioor (pronounced yore) McDavid...
...house that he has cut up into four apartments, and rents three of them. He owns the place, worth about $12,000, and would like to buy some other property. 'I think there's a hell of a depression coming,' he said, tamping tobacco into his pipe. 'Right now I wouldn't buy a chickenhouse. I'm put and I'm staying put. I lived through the other depression and saw what happened.' Mrs. Howe said she would like to have an automatic toaster. 'They cost about $22, I guess...