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Defeat did not completely crush the sober spirits of the plump, brown little man whose grandmother was a Kaw princess. He got his first taste of vice-presidential privacy when, morning after election, he alighted from the Santa Fe's crack train, The Chief, in Chicago and was ignored by two newshawks and three cameramen sent to the station to cover Cinemactress Joan Bennett's arrival on the same train. Back in Washington he put on a brave smile and went about his business as usual. After his first call on his unlucky running mate at the White...
...battered, straight-backed office chair, squeezed into space twice too small for his massive frame, but there he had sat and seen great Enrico Caruso enact the bearded Jew in Halevy's La Juive, the last performance Caruso ever gave. There he sat the night plump little Marcella Sembrich sang her farewell; the night Geraldine Farrar first appeared as the ragged goosegirl in Die Königskinder, surrounded by a flock of live geese which she insisted on having against all other judgment; the night golden-haired Maria Jeritza gave her first breath-taking performance of Tosca and astounded...
...longer sheltered or restrained, the brown-haired, brown-eyed, plain-featured and slightly plump spouse of Russia's Dictator became the chum of a blonde about her own age, Paulina Semionova Zhemchuzhina. a spouse of Soviet Premier Molotov...
Miss Brandeis, plump and fortyish, is the wife of Lawyer Jacob Gilbert, mother of two boys and a girl. Bryn Mawr graduated her in 1915. Last week she appeared before 400 women, including Mrs. Franklin Delano Roosevelt, at Manhattan's Pan-Hellenic Hotel and in a soft voice flayed President Hoover for not balancing the Budget, for cutting taxes for "party purposes" at the beginning of the Depression. From her father's famed dissenting opinion in the Oklahoma ice case (TIME, April 4), she quoted...
Central figure and near-hero of Wah'Kon-Tah is the late Laban J. Miles, a plump little Indian Agent who went to live with the Osages in 1878, died among them last year. An honest, endeavoring man, a Quaker like his nephew Herbert Hoover, who spent part of his boyhood at his uncle's agency, Agent Miles minded not only his charges' ways but his own, became the Osages' trusted friend. He kept a journal and kept it to himself. One of the ways Agent Miles fought the Indians' inevitable degeneration was by administering...