Word: roofs
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...moment. He did not get up at once but sat, eyes downcast, embarrassed, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips. They wanted a speech. "Not tonight," he said. Outside the house, a phalanx of Stanford University undergraduates yelled persistently. The President-elect reluctantly took his way to the terraced roof of his house, under the California stars. Tears glistened on his cheeks as he looked down on that fragment of the electorate. He said: "I thank you all for coming up here tonight. I appreciate it from the bottom of mv heart...
When the Prince of Wales came to Long Island he stayed at J. A. Burden's house, which Delano and Aldrich built; they were consultant architects when the roof of the White House needed fixing. The Colony Club in Manhattan is some of their work, as is the institution where girls prepare for membership, Miss Chapin's School which has just opened; likewise St. Bernard's School, and the Knickerbocker Club, where good St. Bernard boys will go if they are lucky. Even Otto Kahn, when he decreed his stately pleasure dome at Cold Spring Harbor...
...been written in the past decade. Consuelo Poole (Rose Hobart) has a suppressed desire for a riveter who pumps bolts into the skeleton of a growing building near the Pooles' Manhattan home. One day, out of a steel-beamed sky, the riveter crashes through the Pooles' conservatory roof. Stunned by the fall, his astonishment is increased by the proximity of Consuelo. His way of expressing his daze is to say "Geez" many times (in throaty Theatre Guild English). There is, of course, an affair and there is a little accident. When Consuelo tells her twice-divorced mother...
...roof of London's Labor Exchange rose gently up, one evening last week, then slithered down to crash in fragments. Two omnibuses were checked as they lumbered across Oxford Circus, were sportively rolled backward several yards. The glass dome of the Royal College of Music was blown to tinkling smithereens...
Michael Gordon is the ideal husband-brilliant war record, handy about the house, shaggy tweeds, chugging pipe. He worships his wife, aids and abets her stage career. They find a storybook cottage-thatch roof, rambler roses, flagstones-he settles down to his writing, she commutes to her London theatre. Every midnight he meets her in the two-seater, serves her supper at the blazing hearth, listens to her footlight triumphs. In short, he is so thoroughbred that she succumbs to the illicit blandishments of the leading man in her show. Fond Michael, suddenly informed, spoils the matinée idol...