Word: valeted
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Lion. Last week, in spite of doctors' warnings, 78-year-old Paderewski took the road again. Accompanying him from Switzerland was his dapper, diplomatic secretary Sylwin Strakacz, his valet and a curious, high-backed, fringed, 50-pound piano stool which is as indispensable to Paderewski's playing as the piano itself. Waiting for him in Manhattan was the private Pullman which will be his home during the next three months. Waiting also was his faithful piano-tuner, grey-haired Boston-born Eldon Joubert, who has accompanied him on all his U. S. tours since...
Even though he was too weak to take his daily drive, the Pope would have little to do with doctors, preferred to have his valet try "home remedies" to ease his pain. He ate only soft, bland foods: boiled chicken, thin vegetable soups, small amounts of rice pudding, occasional sips of red wine or champagne. Last November he had another serious attack of cardiac asthma, often had to get out of bed at night and sit in an armchair to relieve his coughing spells...
Young, brilliant, tradition-breaking Defense Minister Colonel Luang Bipul Songgram has had a spectacular career in Siamese politics, featured by frequent promotions and escapes from assassination. Three years ago an assassin fired at him, winged him at a football game at Bangkok. Three months ago his own valet fired two shots at him, missed...
Every jockey has a valet (to carry his tack and help saddle his mounts) and an agent (to get engagements for him). To his valet he must pay $2 every time he races, an extra $1 every time he wins. To his agent he must pay a similar sum plus 10% of his 10% share of the winning purse. A jockey also pays for his saddles (he usually owns two or three of varying weights), whips, boots, breeches and rubber reducing suit-if he has to keep his weight down. Next to losing their bank rolls, jockeys dread gaining weight...
...Standard Oil stock alone). Of his devotion to his "duty," his old friend Marcus Alonzo Hanna said: "Sane in every respect but one-he is money mad." The new-minted dimes and nickels he gave away were stuffed into his trouser pockets every morning by his valet, $5 a day. Bestowing them, he always admonished: "Save...