Word: pocketfuls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...copy had just arrived. I entered my office and observed that the gentleman (from Detroit) was perusing your worthy and famed newsmagazine. He placed it in his pocket and left, as I thought, to read further in another part of the building. To date my copy of TIME, April 18, is still missing...
David Lloyd George was dining at the Savoy. His white Welsh mustache trembled slightly as he masticated a chop. In his pocket was an ordinary overcoat check; but the attendant, awed, had hung the coat in a closet distinct from the common coatroom...
...cuffs. He never wears checks, is not fond of striped effects, shuns soft collars, prefers 'black footgear to brown, high to low. He wears no jewelry save a ring (left third finger). No fop, the President disturbed the White House valet by putting three cigars in the pocket of his formal evening clothes. The valet maintained that more than two cigars made a bulge in the pocket. The President answered that less than three cigars would not carry him through a long dinner...
...soil last week became, by international courtesy, territory of the Cuban republic. But only momentarily; for Gerardo Machado, President of Cuba, moved expeditely from Havana to visit President Coolidge. A Cuban law prohibits the Cuban President from leaving Cuba. Therefore, President Machado, never without a Cuban flag in his pocket, annexed every spot of U. S. soil for the moment during which he passed over it or paused upon it. He could not be accused of leaving Cuba. He took Cuba with him. He even annexed for Cuba, temporarily, a spot in the temporary U. S. White House...
...well at college, and who respectfully begs to differ with Mr. Kay's comments on "He Who Believeth". The book-reviews are pleasantly undignified, and Mr. Howe calls Elmer Gantry a nasty old thing and Paul Cocleau the Adolphe Menjou of literature with equal grace. The tilt at the Pocket Oxford Dictionary, by Mr. Abbott, begins with a gloriously mixed metaphor and goes right on being funny. It is pleasant to read The Man with a Briar again. He was another of my classmates, at college, and I see be is as full of windy random as over...