Word: satchell
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...until he was several years older did he wake up and start courting in his own way Her Royal Highness Princess Astrid.* Completely eluding news gossips who kept marrying him off to other princesses, Leopold would set out from Brussels traveling third class and carrying a small satchel as if going only for a short trip, would arrive at a country station in southeastern Sweden to be met by nobody and walk off with his satchel up to the rambling country house of his prospective Swedish father-in-law. In the nine years of Astrid's married life...
Cleveland doctors were so excited by an explanation of high blood pressure which Professor Harry Goldblatt of Western Reserve University gave them at an informal lecture in St. Luke's Hospital last week that they let the cat out of the satchel, took the edge off the effect his report will have before the American College of Physicians at St. Louis a fortnight hence. Dr. Goldblatt was frankly miffed...
...Lips went on to say he took up the trumpet at the age of fourteen and worked first as a bugle boy in an army camp down in Louisiana. "The boys came runnin' fast for eats when I let go on that mess call." And now his trumpets ("Lil' Satchel-mouth") don't last up long under Louis' lung power. The intricate instrument of shining brass he plays today he's had only since 1933, and he's already ordered a new one made...
...mechanic in Father Divine's "Peace" Garages swore that the Harlem "God" paid him his weekly $30 in cash from a fat roll of bills. An Ulster county realtor said that Father Divine paid him $8,000 in bills from a satchel for a tract of the cult's "Promised Land" (TIME, Aug. 31), although title to the property was conveyed to a Divine disciple. One of 30 cashiers in Divine restaurants, a girl who had taken the name of "Humility Consolation," reported that all receipts were paid to Father Divine, that on many a night the clinking...
...Longest Night (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer) is the first production effort of shrewd, satchel-faced Sam Marx, erstwhile MGM story editor, super-supervised by Lucien Hubbard. Why such a product should call for twin entrepreneurs remains mysterious, since The Longest Night is designed rather for the Saturday morning diversion of schoolchildren than for the august judgment of the cognoscenti. It is a reasonably brisk embodiment of what neighborhood houses expect from a murder in a department store, including fun in the firearms department, wax dummies that come alive and slap policemen on the shoulder, pistol shots from a secret elevator...