Word: wanderer
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...such personalized service grew a selling system rarely found in U.S. retailing. At Bergdorf's, a big customer does not wander haphazardly from one salesgirl to the next: she is accompanied everywhere in the store by a "vendeuse" who knows and has memorized her tastes. Bergdorf's vendeuses are sometimes as well known as their customers (on Bergdorf's payroll now: Mrs. Geoffrey Gates, the ex-Mrs. Harry Hopkins, Author Kay -Eisenhower Was My Boss-Summers-by) and sometimes too hoity-toity even for Bergdorf's. When the Grand Duchess
...effect of these offerings upon Soldiers Field attendance will be interesting to watch. How many people, for example, would rather see what comes out of the Yale-Cornell match than wander to the color-laden stadium to watch the depleted Cadets face the team which it last year defeated...
...first three books, the poem had its narrator-hero, "Dr. Paterson," sketching vignettes of the city, mourning over the lost souls who wander through it with "minds beaten thin by waste," and ransacking the town library to find out why men have become walled off from each other. The answer is supposed to come in Book...
...nights a week, Ralph Sutton, a gangling young (28) man in horn-rimmed spectacles, ambles across the bandstand of Eddie Condon's Greenwich Village jazz foundry and quietly joins the piano. He may ripple out a relaxed version of It's a Lovely Day Today or wander placidly through Bix Beiderbecke's jazz classic, In a Mist. Then he changes his pace. As Sutton explains it, "When the crowd gets with me, I begin bearing down." Sutton, bearing down on such ragtime standards as Ballin' the Jack or Maple Leaf Rag, delivers some of the solidest...
...knew where he stood, in New Rochelle, in New York's staid Westchester County. It was Suburbia for the Suburbanites then, and, except for a few rough spots, keeping the peace was a cinch. Every now & then some shady-looking characters in veils and spangles would wander into town, but a good cop would spot them quick for what they were, and run them in. As one of New Rochelle's finest explained it delicately last week: "You know, gypsies-always out to commit some larceny by theft...