Word: smarted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...there are times when his awful name may not even be mentioned. One of those times was last week when details of Le Monsieur's embarkation were being arranged between 23 Wall St.* and the highest U. S. official of the Cunard Line. On that momentous morning some smart, insidious Frenchman must have gleaned among excited, thrilled Cunard employes his impression that the following telephone conversation took place...
Jauntily, impishly, Edward of Wales appeared in evening dress with a red carnation, one night last week, thus setting London's impeccable chappies terribly agog. On the very next evening dozens of red carnations appeared in Mayfair, and smart women flattered their escorts by thrilling, "How adorably ghastly!" Meanwhile, however, Jester Wales, having had his floral joke,* was speeding nocturnally toward the north of England, to visit in grim earnest the stricken coal fields where a half-million miners are workless and nigh to starving (TIME...
Solemnly Death came last week to Athanase Vagliano, on the golden Riviera at minute, lovely Roquebrune. Everyone of the smart world has at least passed the place. As your "Blue Train" from Paris halts momentarily at Monte Carlo and then chuffs on to Menton, the prettiest station through which it speeds, the one with the neatest garden and the fairest palms, is Roquebrune. In the great house just visible through dense foliage lived ''The Greek," Europe's "Prince of Gamblers," and there he died?rich...
...tramp-ships, signed on as a sailor, outsmarted many another, and presently owned his own wallowing, chugging tramp steamer. His escalator to Monte Carlo is darkly whispered to have been the white slaving slums of Marseilles. If that trail exists it has been well covered, nay, completely effaced. The smart world will remember "The Greek" solely in his sleek role of banker at Deauville or Cannes...
...Smart U. S. Citizens hummed thus, last week, as they perused a private letter or two containing delicious details of the recent London marriage of England's cherubic Lord High Chancellor, Sir Douglas McGarel Hogg, Baron Hailsham. For one thing this extremely select wedding was attended by only 60 guests, the press and the public being barred. For another it took place in King Henry VII's Chapel, in Westminster Abbey, the most gloriously Gothic and splendid shrine in England. Moreover the license was the first to be issued by the new Archbishop of Canterbury and Primate of All England...