Word: sit
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Every year for 21 years the Harvard Club of New York has had a "Copey" evening, a dinner to which a fortunate company, the Copeland Associates (by invitation only), sit down, followed by a reading. Here Theodore Roosevelt used to come. Here now come J. P. Morgan and his partner, Thomas W. Lamont. Here Publisher George Palmer Putnam and perhaps Nov- elists Owen Wister and Arthur Train, Poets Conrad Aiken, Hermann Hagedorn, Witter Bynner-these and many a plain John Smith and Tom Jones whose only claims to fame, perhaps, were their selection of one of "Copey's" courses...
...simpler people who sit in the gallery of the theatre are more expressive than the elegant class which sits below," said Cecile Sorel, star of the Comedie Francaise, who appears this week at the Boston Opera House in the historical play "Maitresse de Roi", to a CRIMSON reporter last night in her suite at the Copley-Plaza. "It is to these people that the soul of the artist goes out. We need more simple people. Th American people understand with their hearts. They understand everything, because they feel so strongly...
...about the New Year's Eve of the great House of Morgan. It is told that as the old year passes the Morgan partners assemble in the low chunky marble building which stands at Broad and Wall Streets, the solid fulcrum of the business world. They come to sit in quiet, awful council while Mr. Morgan apportions to each his share of the firm's profits for the previous year. Naturally the largesse of a Morgan is always large. To this partner several hundred thousand dollars; to that one a million; to another a million and a half...
...claims that there is no such fun as being a sucker, if you can afford it. $2,000,000 rewarded the night clubs of New York New Year's Eve for allowing out of town guests to be suckers. At one club it cost a couple eighty dollars to sit down...
...with the Kahns, circus fat family. He could not be the real father, for some of the Kahns were almost as old as he, 47; and, besides, no one had ever really loved him, for all his fat. The familial relationship was purely commercial, his particular job being to sit with his front spread over his lap as bumpkins paused to wonder and snicker. Once he noted a youngish couple squeeze an impertinent witticism through their clasped fingers. He was sad for days...