Word: tweeds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...vote of confidence on this act last week, 366 to 144, in the House of Commons. Third, he averted strife in his Conservative Party by postponing indefinitely the annual Party Conference which was to have been held last week. And fourth, the Prime Minister went fishing in the River Tweed...
Although last week Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain appeared to be only fishing in the River Tweed, the sudden announcement from Balmoral that King George and Queen Elizabeth will next year become the first reigning Britons ever to set foot in North America was recognized as an opening move by Son Neville to attempt the construction of Father Joseph's proposed transatlantic flying buttress of peace...
Jimmy Hines has never been Tammany's titular Boss, like Richard Croker who was hounded out of the U. S., or William Tweed who was locked behind bars in 1873 for negligence and misconduct in office. Nor has he ever held a job as exalted as Tammany Mayor James J. Walker, who resigned under fire from Governor Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1932. But, running his district like a patriarch for a quarter-century, passing out countless Christmas turkeys and good jobs at his Monongahela Democratic Club, he has been a potent voice in Tammany's inner councils...
...subject of the Principality of Liechtenstein. Last week he mobilized his villagers, his gamekeepers, his servants and his toddling infants, all of whom gave the Nazi salute as Lord Runciman arrived in formal black jacket, wing collar and black bat tie. Herr Henlein turned up in brown tweed coat, grey flannel slacks and white shoes. Present was the German agent known as "Princess Steffi," who generally operates in London. There she has been hostess to Herr Henlein and to Adolf Hitler's personal agent, Captain Wiedemann (TIME, Aug. 1). From the castle windows the conferees could see the Sudeten...
Through the streets of Manhattan's dusky Harlem last week trundled a procession of black noise and magnificence, led by a sleek touring car on whose back perched a fattish, blinking, middle-aged Negro in a brown tweed suit whose peculiarity is that he recognizes himself as God. Behind Major J. ("Father") Divine rode a squadron of his women cultists straddling big brewery horses. Humbler worshipers followed in cars, trucks and afoot, in a line that stretched back through the hot streets almost a mile. "PEACE IS WONDERFUL!" shouted bright placards. "PEACE! PEACE!" Occasion for this celebration...