Word: stropped
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...military adviser (officially his executive assistant in Albany) was General (ret.) Cortlandt Van Rensselaer Schuyler, most recently Chief of Staff to NATO Chief General Lauris Norstad. For his growing platoon of speechwriters, Rockefeller signed on Hugh Morrow, onetime Washington correspondent for the Saturday Evening Post, more recently the busy strop behind Senator Kenneth Keating's well-honed speeches (TIME, Oct. 5). And Advertising Executive Tom Losee took a leave of absence from his job as vice president of Manhattan's big McCann-Erickson agency to serve as Rocky's top TV-radio consultant...
...Preacher Greer and Preacher Walker; he remembers the fish fries on the Catawba River and the swimming hole at Uncle Henry Rhyne's. He remembers, too, the time he played hooky with a pal named Mel McQuarry. When Charlie got home, his father was waiting with a razor strop. Next morning at school, the teacher started to give him a thrashing. Says Rhyne: "I argued as hard as I could that she shouldn't lick me because I'd already got my beating. I offered to pull down my pants to prove...
...Depression. "You're wicked, Norma Jeane," the old woman used to shrill at the little girl. "You better be careful, or you know where you'll go." Norma Jeane was careful, especially not to talk back. If she did, she got whaled with a razor strop and told that a homeless girl should be more grateful to folks who had put a roof above her head. One night, when the child went to sleep in her cot, she had a strangely exhilarating and frightening dream: "I dreamed that I was standing up in church without any clothes...
...good manners consists in putting people at ease." Like its author, Etiquette has mellowed since it first went to press in 1922. A Post host of today, unlike those in earlier versions, no longer need feel remiss for not providing a hook for a guest's razor strop and a sign announcing, "If there is not enough hot water, please ring three times." As for the ladies, the post-1920's Post concedes that it is no longer incorrect to dine alone with a gentleman in his apartment, but cautions: "You should leave before ten . . . past midnight...
...Philip was such a slob. At a dressy dinner at Chesterfield House, he gobbled so earnestly at a plate of gooseberries topped with whipped cream that his face was soon lathered. Humiliated before his guests, Chesterfield quipped to Philip's servant: "John, why do you not fetch the strop and the razors? You see your master is going to shave himself." When Philip botched his maiden speech in the House of Commons, Chesterfield finally scrapped the dream that he would ever make a man, or even a manikin of distinction...