Word: sent
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...outbreak of War, the State Department sent him to Paris as special assistant to the U. S. ambassador there. He was placed in charge of the German and Austro-Hungarian civilian prisoners in France. In 1917 President Wilson made him Minister to the Netherlands, an important between-the-war-lines post. His last diplomatic service was secretary-general for the Washington Arms Conference of 1921. Proud is he of the 25 different occasions upon which he has acted as charge d'affaires ad interim, of the many minor treaties he has signed...
...fine material for a book I'm going to write. Everybody is so kind to me, this is such a polite city, I really enjoy every minute. Why people even get up to give me a seat in streetcars and subways." On his third newsgathering day, he was sent to interview one Lillie Anderson, just arrested on her 24th intoxication charge. After giving dry advice to Drinker Anderson, Newsman Upshaw went back and wrote his story. It was headlined: BOOZE PARTIES LED LIL ASTRAY UPSHAW LEARNS. Personally, Newsman Upshaw has seen no booze parties in Manhattan. "New York...
Answered at last His Majesty's new Foreign Secretary, Laborite Arthur Henderson, with a sly twinkle: "The telegram that I sent to Lord Lloyd was of such a character that I thought most people would have accepted it as an invitation to terminate the position...
With the news that the whale-nosed Bremen had lowered the Atlantispeed record by nearly nine hours, the City of Bremen went wild last week. Germany's President, rheumy Paul von Hindenburg. sent congratulatory telegrams. City fathers, clubs and corporations lunched and dined, rapturously drank each other's health. In New York, correspondents of German newspapers rushed pages and pages to the cable offices, announcing that the entire city had Ein furchtbares Bremenfieber, a furious Bremen-fever. With precision they noted these points...
...Scribner Jr., wife of the Manhattan publisher, summering in Massachusetts, riding her Irish hunter, saw a farm horse, stung by a bee, go dashing away dragging a hay rake. Mrs. Scribner gave chase, followed the runaway up hill and down dale, around curves so sharp that one of them sent the hay rake zooming off by itself. Agile, she caught and subdued the horse...