Word: sar
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...founder of the Ritz Hotels did not choose that curious monosyllable by chance; Ritz was his last name; his first, splendidly enough, was César. The son of a Swiss farmer, his first skirmish among European hostelries occurred when he opened a restaurant in Baden-Baden, the Kurhaus. He boasted that he never forgot a face. But the éclat which attached itself to his restaurant requires a more complete explanation. César Ritz read faces as well as remembering them; he was an instinctive & selective snob, one of those likeable snobs whose hauteur is inherent...
When a man has owned a smart restaurant for a few years he has enough friends to run a hotel. César Ritz bought the Minerva, in Baden Baden, and carried on the tradition of his Kurhaus. Later he bought more hotels and titled people stayed in them. César knew them all by name. When he opened the Carlton in London, he gave an elaborate banquet. The guests were all titled, with the exception of a few very rich Americans; one of these was a banker to whom M. Ritz extended, gratis, all the facilities...
...sar Ritz died 15 years ago. His widow now runs the Paris Ritz in the bar of which countless roustabouts have spent their leisure hours. Charlie Ritz, the one of César's two sons now living, has little of his father's interest in the hotel business, though it was last week rumored that he intends soon to share with his mother the management of the Ritz in Paris. An affable fellow, his mustache is waxed and he does not quite justify the magnificence of his last name...
Philip Snowden, onetime Labor Chancellor of the Exchequer, sar donic cripple, brilliant economist (TIME, April 25) : "They who have proposed this bill are hypocrites, and they are fools who by rowdy ism have led this debate to such a fatuous conclusion. . . . As for general strikes, they are general nonsense because they
...sar Franck's symphony came next, mystic, scarlet-tinged. Then came Stravinsky's L'Oiseau de Feu sweeping its fantastic plumage through a maze of golden apples and silver trees, stripped a little of its diabolism, but gloriously exotic withal. There was the scherzo from Mendelssohn's A Midsummer Night's Dream with its solo for Flutist Yeschke, new this season, and the dances from Borodin's Prince Igor, strident, barbarous, voluptuous...