Word: reade
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Eventually this discreet and exceptional communication came under the piercing but kindly eye of great M. Painlevé. He studied the photograph, saw a face of rugged grandeur. He read the attestations of Mme. Jacquet's poaching ways with an egg, learned that her pot au feu was delectable and sound. Finally the War Minister decided that in this instance the uncertain quantity or "X" stood for a good & honest cook. Therefore Mme. Jacquet Was appointed, last week, to the regiment at Tourelles until such time as it may be ordered upon active service. Pleased but with a sense...
...France had been occupied at a cost of $20,000. From the pier Captain Loewenstein & Party motored to the Hotel Ambassador, where they settled down in the comfortable third floor once occupied by Queen Marie of Rumania (TIME, Oct. 18, 1926, et seq.). Soon fastidious Captain Loewenstein read with pain certain ignorant, flapdoodling headlines. The Times: "LOEWENSTEIN . . . 'MYSTERY MAN'. . . POTENTATE . . . Here With Private Aviator [and] Two Cars." The Herald Tribune: "WORLD'S THIRD WEALTHIEST MAN HERE LIKE KING." The World: "LOEWENSTEIN, FREE LENDER OF $50,000,000 TO BELGIUM, HERE...
...bottles of anti-pneumonia serum and three white mice, and accompanied by Thomas B. Applegate, private secretary to Mr. Rockefeller. Immediately on his arrival that evening the white mice were inoculated with Floyd Bennett's sputum. Just before midnight the results of the inoculation were published. The bulletin read: "The type of pneumonia from which Bennett is suffering has been disclosed by the inoculation of mice as type III." A simple statement, but it meant the sera were useless, the flight was in vain, the breaks were against Bennett...
...smaller fry of editors and publishers at the A. N. P. A. convention saw a small electric sign on the ground floor of the Waldorf-Astoria. It read...
...make themselves friendly by telling how terrible the old Post is getting to be. The Post is a pretty successful publishing enterprise. It makes a few pennies and has a few readers. . . . We are not addressing ourselves to thoughtful gentlemen who sit in club windows on Fifth Avenue and read editorials in the [New York] Times. We are not appealing to the smart, fashionable rich or to the intellectuals and intelligentsia...