Word: quieting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...once hustled Actress Riefenstahl from the room. When she returned to her apartment she found a detail of Brownshirts already at the door. All her furniture was already piled in a waiting truck. Obviously the whole thing had been staged. Half prostrate, Leni Riefenstahl was hustled to a quiet nearby hotel. What has since become of her, Paris-Soir did not venture...
Henderson was a great yachtsman and golfer, at Princeton a good ballplayer. Therein he differed from Aldrich, a son of Harvard, almost as sharply as in his prose. Aldrich cared little for sport aside from horses. He liked tweeds, quiet, his 400-acre estate near Barrytown, N. Y. His articles were always calm, stately, exact...
...five old chains, ASCO was ruled until last spring by Samuel Robinson, a chain-store pioneer who started in 1891 with Vice President Robert H. Crawford and joint capital of $1,400. He now divides his time between Bryn Mawr and Pasadena, goes in for philanthropy in a quiet way, showering funds on Philadelphia hospitals and Presbyterian bodies. In his pocket he always carries a large supply of religious tracts, each with a $1 bill tucked between the leaves. These he gives to beggars, often following them to retrieve the money if they head for a saloon...
...Dartmouth, Harry Jr. roomed off-campus in the same yellowish house as Footballer Phil Spartacus Conti. Tall, slender, dark-haired, quiet, he got "gentle-men's" grades in his studies, became Phi Gamma Delta ping-pong champion, was rated a good beer drinker. Over the mantel in his disorderly room was the legend: "Commend a wedded life but keep thyself a bachelor...
...very quiet in the Houses. The girls have abandoned their nightly promenade and the bicycles have long since stopped ambling past. Even the Good Humor man has finished his last coaxing round and has jingled off into the night's vastness, Everywhere is the atmosphere of study. But in Lowell House tower there is a stirring. No lights, but a sinister, dark figure outlined vaguely against the open window. Someone sneaking up there to shatter the silence of a pre-exam night by jazzing those mad Russian bells? No. A quiet retreat wherein to grind out a futile string...