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...time I got to the bar the women were standing around it in a tight circle, talking loudly to the other press agent, a short man in a tweed suit and a mustache. One of them smiled at me, brandished her drink, and said, "DeHaviland makes a beautiful Juliet. Vivien Leigh couldn't play Juliet to save her life." I smiled back and turned around to see the first press agent standing quietly in the corner, sloshing his Martini around in its glass. He looked up and smiled again, quickly. "Lunch is here," he said. I backed...
...firm handling the estate is headed by Harrison Tweed '07, an Overseer and a former president of the Alumni Association. Tweed was one of the three witnesses to the will, drawn...
...half century ago, under flickering gaslight in London's Memorial Hall, a group of cloth-capped proletarians and tweed-bearing intellectuals founded the organization that was soon called the British Labor Party. At the next general elections the party boasted two Members of Parliament: Keir Hardie, a Scottish miner, and Richard Bell, a railwayman. Both would have looked out of place at the party's 49th annual conference in Margate last week. Klieg lights poured down on Prime Minister Attlee, six Cabinet Ministers and hundreds of well-dressed Labor Members of Parliament. Among them: seven noble Lords, including...
Matthew Neely is 75, a spouter of purple poetry and a wearer of tweed suits which come in shades of lemon and green. A veteran of the Spanish-American War, and a tireless joiner (Elk, Moose, Odd Fellow, Mason), Matt Neely is an ex-Congressman from West Virginia, served a term as governor of his state, is now in his fourth term as U.S. Senator. On the record, Senator Neely is a politician...
...different suit for each day of the week was an absolute minimum for the well-dressed man; in fact, added the statement from the trade paper Tailor and Cutter, eight was better than seven-to break the dreadful monotony of turning up each Monday in the same old tweed and each Thursday in the houndstooth check...