Word: teas
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Olive was to marry the Prince. In the meantime court circles are growing desperate. Perhaps Edward is already in love with someone unsuited to fill the position of second lady in the land! George R. I. is a philatelist. He invited Arthur Hind, U. S. millionaire stamp collector, to tea at Buckingham Palace, where they had a good talk about things philatel. Says the King: " Too bad you beat me at the auction the other day for that stamp." " Dear, dear," says Mr. Hind, " I had no idea I was bidding against Your Majesty. Will Your Majesty graciously accept...
Assistant Dean and Mrs. Little will hold an informal tea for members of the Class of 1926 at their home, 14 Craigie Street, on next Sunday afternoon, May 27, between 4 and 6 o'clock. All Freshmen are cordially invited to be present...
...wish we had a prospect of witnessing a meeting between that estimable lady and the Prosperous Gentleman on Plympton Street, for we feel sure that their reminiscences over a dish of tea or even an empty punch bowl would be fascinating history. There would be many things to recall of the old days in which there were of course, giants: ambrosial make-up meetings whence numbers issued more or less by mistake; the horrors of proof reading at dawn; the bitterness of controversy and mutual criticism; the tense excitement each has experienced in the turmoil of competition with more than...
...term "our DARling DARters". Mrs. Snodgrass, Mrs. Winkle and Miss Tupman, each with a "ticket" all her own, fought with stubborn bitterness for the President-Generalship. The "most aristocratic ladies in the country" argued and expostulated for long hours on their relative merits adjourned to drink innumerable cups of tea, and returned to cast their ballots and lose their dignity. When feelings ran high Miss Tupman suddenly withdrew to throw her weight-hardly a lady-like performance-to Mrs. Snodgrass, and pandemonium broke loose...
National conventions are often ridiculous enough, but at least men are sufficiently conscious of the absurdities to cloak the personalities in some pretense of policies. At least too, they have a definite purpose-and they don't have tea...