Word: talled
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Tall, sandy-haired, handsome Walther Wilhelm August Ludwig Reinhardt, expert .golfer & tennis player, author of a prize-winning life of George Washington (in German), used to flutter U. S. feminine hearts as German consul in Chicago, Manhattan, Seattle. Last week he was still consul general in Liverpool, England, but the British Government, charging he helped a laborer sell Germans plans of Britain's big shell factory at Euxton, demanded his recall. Sore as hornets at recent expulsions of their inept agents, Nazis threatened reprisals against Britons in Germany if Consul Reinhardt...
...tall-story teller in conversation, Consul Reinhardt used to have breathless U. S. socialites bug-eyed as he described his escape from a Bolshevik prison. Jailed while assisting prisoners during the Russian Revolution, Consul Reinhardt day by day watched Chinese guards lead away some of his companions to be executed, waited for his own turn to come. It never did. Instead "a very beautiful young lady, wrapped in furs" guided Herr Reinhardt and cell mates to two waiting limousines, sped them to a hideout, kept them supplied with food. Later the Consul learned that his rescuer was a Jewish girl...
...flying there are few literary books. Among the few: Cecil Lewis' Sagittarius Rising, Anne Lindbergh's North to the Orient, Jimmy Collins' Test Pilot, Antoine de Saint Exupéry's Night Flight. Most imaginative of these was Night Flight (1932), the work of a tall, tilt-nosed 39-year-old French airmail flier for whom the air offers a lesson in man's fate...
...begin with it should be pointed out that even Harvard indifference will melt before the eye-filling chorines and showgirls. To a reviewer accustomed to nothing more startling than Radcliffe citizens and Vincent Club members the girls were indeed an ocular tonic. Tall and willowy, each was a tribute to Mr. Brown's excellent taste in such matters...
Behind the creamy buff walls of the rambling Munitions Building on Washington's Constitution Avenue he finds life as he likes it. He strides down the long halls and nobody pays attention. Officers in mufti scarcely glance at his tall, lean figure, a trifle stooped; preoccupied clerks with sheaves of papers do not even look up as he goes past. In the Air Corps section on the third floor he waves a hand at flier friends, flashes a white-toothed grin, heads for his office. Hour after hour he sits earnestly in an endless succession of technical conferences, usually...