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...oval gold snuffbox with a cameo sea scene on its lid, framed by 50 large diamonds...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Royal Haul | 11/24/1947 | See Source »

...account of it. In his Memoirs he reduced the ardent youthful romance that his father frowned upon to an immaculate antithesis: "I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son"-and thereafter lived without love till the day he died. But the plump, pompous little man with the snuffbox and the button mouth had his work (the Decline and Fall took him 15 years), his noble friends, his admirers, his elegant, discreet amusements, his intimations of immortality. Small wonder if, as somebody remarked, he frequently mistook himself for the Roman Empire...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Age of Reason | 7/16/1945 | See Source »

...know in the Senate we still keep the old snuffbox right up there where it's been for more than 80 years, with a fresh supply of snuff, though nobody ever dips into it. And there's a little silver box on each desk. What do you think is in that? Burnt sand that we're supposed to use when we sign our names in ink. Well, our legislative system is about as anachronistic...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: U.S. At War: Away with the Snuffboxes | 12/4/1944 | See Source »

Great Republicans. But Washington had "a society of the highest order"-the great republicans Harriet had come so far to see. She saw everybody. Congressmen "reposed themselves" by Harriet's fireside. "Mr. Clay, sitting upright on the sofa, with his snuffbox ever in his hand, would discourse for many an hour in his even, soft, deliberate tone. . . . Mr. Webster, leaning back at his ease, telling stories, cracking jokes, shaking the sofa with burst after burst of laughter . . . would illuminate an evening. Mr. Calhoun, the cast-iron man, who looks as if he had never been born and never could...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: New Old Book | 11/2/1942 | See Source »

...Park Avenue drawing rooms and 52nd Street nightclubs he cut an exquisite figure. Always heavily perfumed, he was in the habit of remarking complacently: "I smell to heaven." He carried his own special brand of tea in a silver snuffbox to drink in nightclubs. He wore evening scarves by Schiaparelli, delighted in yanking up his pants leg and displaying his solid-gold garter clasps, studded with his four initials. He took up golf once but dropped it immediately, after finding himself in a locker room with a crowd of muscular, boisterous players. "It was too goddamn manly," he said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Society Reporter | 7/27/1942 | See Source »

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