Word: rolltop
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Murdered Mistresses. A dull day! The very thought would make Hecht and MacArthur spin in their rolltop desks. Their "supermen with soiled collars" were a callous, cynical lot, born of an era when circulation wars raged and when a condemned man was not simply hanged but, as one daily bannered, JERKED TO JESUS. Armed with phony search warrants, police badges and wiretapping devices, reporters got the story one way or the other-usually the other. They climbed through windows to steal the diaries of murdered mistresses, kidnaped suspects to get exclusive interviews, and planted clues to sustain a sordid rape...
...Rensselaer Devereux Wanamaker, often joins him at his hobby, gardening. At work amid the thunder of aircraft at Lockheed Air Terminal, Gross operates out of a resolutely old-shoe office, with bare green walls, a few wooden and leather-covered chairs reminiscent of his Harvard undergraduate days, and a rolltop desk. One visible vanity: a different pair of Ben Franklin spectacles with frames to match each day's fastidious London suit and breast-pocket handkerchief...
...from $13,000,000 in 1946 to $8,000,000 in 1952. Even more serious, Grace's economic life or death depended on the political health of half a dozen volatile Latin American countries, and the aging handful of executives who had long run the company from their rolltop desks in New York seemed content that it should...
Fumes of Privilege. All is not yet lost on Savile Row, the "Golden Mile" made up of some 200 establishments on half a dozen streets in Mayfair. In a men's-club atmosphere of horsehair sofas, fireplaces, brass candelabras and rolltop desks, the shops breathe-as one historian noted appreciatively-"the fumes of privilege, of clubs, of Toryism." In keeping with the tradition that put a Savile Row uniform on Napoleon III when he mounted the throne of France, Hawes & Curtis recently finished a $900, gold-braided beauty for Thailand's King Bhumibol, as part...
Evil Is Inefficient. A fulltime novelist from then on, Shute clung to his methodical engineering habits. From 9:30 a.m. to noon, he typed at his manuscript, seated at a secondhand rolltop desk that his father had given him. A year was par for a novel. As critics and readers quickly learned, his characters behaved with a realistic mixture of human strength and frailty. Storyteller Shute was peculiarly immune to the lilt and color of prose, but he fashioned his sentences with pane-of-glass clarity...