Word: taxied
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Baritone Lawrence Tibbett, he for whom, some weeks ago, there rolled a volley of such shouts, claps, that a revival of Fahtaff at the Metropolitan Opera House, Manhattan, was stopped until he took a curtain call and taxi-drivers without looked at one another in amaze (TIME, Jan. 12), last week gave a concert in Carnegie Hall, Manhattan, sang songs old and new. Though the audience did not, like that former one, rise to its feet shouting "Tibbett! Tibbett!" through the confusion of the darkened theatre, it forced him, nevertheless, to deliver seven encores. Again Tibbett acquitted himself with modest...
...whose joie de vivre has been crushed by a ceaseless dreary round of charity balls and benefit teas. The aureole of romance which encircles this hunt--a recherché combination of fox hunting and "Hare and Hounds" beginning with a Hunt Breakfast at the Plaza, followed by a wild taxi chase through the city for clues which eventually lead to a hidden treasure )"finding's keepings"), and concluding in a Hunt Tea Dance--the aureole of romance, let it be repeated, will serve to illumine for minutes, nay for hours, afterward the omnipresent gloom of boredom which shadows the grey...
...reclined, there came a telephone message to say that the Senate had sent out a call for a quorum. Mr. Dawes donned his clothes, went downstairs. He summoned a taxicab. The taxi was delayed in a traffic jam. It took eight minutes to reach the Capitol...
...recent Senatorial fight over Warren's cabinet appointment will surely become history. There is a universal appeal in the thought of the picturesque President of the Senate abruptly terminating his slumbers; hastily adorning himself amid gentle remarks to an elusive garter or collar-button; writhing in a taxi with crimson face and twitching fingers: and addressing soothing epithets to a conscientious traffic-cop; bounding, three at a time, up the Capitol steps, slithering through its polished corridors, and catapulting himself at last into the turbulent Senate-chamber,--only to find the battle lost, the cause defeated, the administration unspeakably humiliated...
...easily guess at Mr. Dawes' long rage in the cab, but the sequel is if possible--more startling. Imagine, then, the taxi pulling up at the Capitol steps with a final burst of speed. Mr. Dawes jumps out and rushes up that long marble flight of steps in a frantic attempt to save the honor of his country. A voice halls him from below: "Hey, come back here, you owe me sixty-five cents!" Sheridan had his foam-flecked charger. Paul Revere his prancing make but for over and ever Dawes will be known by his Yellow...