Word: sit
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...feast of the nativity of St. John the Baptist, he will step into his new Fiat car and drive to the Church of St. John Lateran,* where he will celebrate a mass. The papal motor will contain a sort of back-seat throne, where the Pope alone may sit. Facing the throne will be two chairs where high dignitaries will sit. Thus no one will sit beside the Pope and none, except, of course, the driver, will turn his back upon him when he drives through Roman streets. In such state rides no other monarch, not even Japan...
...Harding put him to work gathering factual material for Presidential addresses, outlining speeches, making ponderous platitudes interesting. So well-trained was he in his craft that Mr. Welliver soon could ape the Harding literary style to the complete bewilderment of the White House newsgatherers. He had another duty: to sit in the executive office lobby and amid much blue cigaret smoke converse in low important tones with older Washington correspondents about White House doings. In each "conversation" was planted the germ-idea of a news story and each story reflected credit upon President Harding...
Only three things break into the Senator's smooting: 1) vaudeville; 2) golf; 3) the Washington Zoo. For diversion this stern man went every Friday night to Keith's Theatre to sit in the second row just behind the orchestra leader and gaze over the footlights in unsmiling delight. Great was his sorrow when the theatre closed. His golf came at the age of 63. Now from 6 to 7 a. m. he plays a round on the capital's public links, shooting 110 in straight cautious jabs. At the Washington Zoo Senator Smoot liked to poke around among...
...fashionable street in Zenith; he had some taste in etchings; he did not split many infinitives; and he sometimes enjoyed Beethoven. He would certainly (so the observer assumed) produce excellent motor cars; he would make impressive speeches to the salesmen, but he would never love passionately, lose tragically, nor sit in contented idleness upon tropic shores...
Lonely at first in Paris, Sam was able to drag her to all the places mentioned in the guidebooks, but only once would she sit with him at a sidewalk cafe. "Smart people don't." Sam sputtered over her reply: "Why can't you enjoy both as long as you do enjoy 'em? Nobody's hired us to come here and be stylish! We haven't got any duty involved! Back home there may have been a law against enjoying ourselves the way we wanted to, but there's none here!" "My dear...