Word: seatings
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Frank Bartlette Willis, who used to grease the inside of his throat with vaseline before making a campaign speech, was re-elected to the seat for a term expiring in 1933. He died in 1928. Appointed was Cyrus Locher. Ohio voters rejected him in 1928. He, too, is now dead. Mr. Locher's conqueror at the polls was Theodore Elijah Burton, buried last fortnight (TIME, Nov. 4). Last week Governor Myers Cooper appointed Roscoe Conkling McCulloch to the seat. Next year Ohio voters will again have to select a man to finish out the term to which they originally...
...private soldier in a shiny blue serge suit stood in the House of Lords last week and, grinning, plumped himself down on the woolsack, the oblong red cushion. traditional seat of the Lord Chancellor of Britain, and, next to the throne, the most honorable sit-spot in the empire...
...babe it was seen at once that he did look younger. His cheeks were a breeze-tanned brown. Faultlessly groomed, firm of step and with a new vitality of movement, the King-Emperor escorted Queen Mary to the waiting royal Daimler. Already Baby Betty had plumped into the back seat. "Come along, Ganpa!" piped...
Near the end of the procession and most important was the lumbering gilded coach of the Lord Mayor. Built in 1757, its panels decorated by the famed allegorical painter Cipriani, the Civic Coach is quite as imposing as the State Coach of George V. Six horses drew it. Seated on the festooned box was the splendiferous Lord Mayor's coachman, his fat calves gleaming in pink silk stockings, a plumed tricornered hat on his head, a gaudy rosette of ribbons in his buttonhole. From one window of the coach peeped the Civic Mace, out of the other stuck the Civic...
...docile audience sang revolutionary songs with gusto for a half-hour, broke off in confusion when suddenly the President's Committee on the stage began to clap. Sharp-eyed, they had seen a swarthy man of medium build enter the once Imperial Box and sink into a back seat where he sat composedly stroking his long, dark moustache. "STALIN!" shouted someone and Comrade jostled Comrade as the audience roared frenzied cheers, then burst spontaneously into the Red anthem, The Internationale. Delirious minutes passed before STALIN would step to the front of the box. Smiling but silent, he took the cheers...