Word: priding
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...didn't have to give up anything to get there. Finally he hit upon it,--he would become a social lion and an activities man. That was the combination. You spent your days with the best men, and in the evening you strutted your wares before the pride of the city's society...
...Pride of the Bowman-Biltmore hotel system is Manhattan's Biltmore. Pride of the United Hotels Chain is Manhattan's Roosevelt. Soon Biltmore and Roosevelt, already next-door neighbors, may be financial as well as topographical companions. For last week, widely, convincingly rumored, was a Bowman-Biltmore-United Hotel merger that would create a $50,000,000 hotel chain with more than 100 units, with over 20,000 rooms...
...times of Big Business the Elder Morgan was simply the biggest, most voracious brontosaurus. In the present years of Titanic Business it is the Morgan hand in a velvet glove which directs a fiscal juggernaut capable of thun dering over mere business brontosauri. Il Magnifico in all his purple pride never had to do with a loan of more than 200 million dollars; but austere, reserved, patrician "Mr. Morgan" quietly arranged the Anglo-French loan of a half-billion dollars in 1915. It is said that the Allies wanted to borrow a round billion at that time; but Mr. Morgan...
Aged 22, 5 ft. 10 ¾ in., 155 lbs., slim faced, freckled, agile, Van Ryn is Princeton's pride. He was graduated last year. He will probably grow no taller and, because he is all smooth sinew, not much heavier. His service, smashes and forehand drives are orthodox and highly accurate. Last week in Brooklyn he revealed a new (for him) half-volley which frequently caught the aging Tilden flatfooted. In addition he has an aggressiveness nerve-wracking to the man across...
...these, a subaltern, loved Lois- genuinely; but not pugnaciously enough to defy her aunt's disapproval: he had neither riches nor pride of family, his relatives lived vaguely in Surrey, and that, thought Aunt Myra, would never do. Lois, for her part, loved, but did not bestir herself to contradict her aunt. When a few days later the subaltern, on patrol, was shot from ambush, Aunt Myra thought it sad, and continued her teas. Lois pondered, to no avail, and went abroad to get on with her French. But that was their last bland September; by the next, revolutionary...