Word: webbs
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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England's aristocratically somnolent House of Lords last week swallowed up another British Socialist,* Rt. Hon. Sidney Webb, hale septuagenarian, world-famed political economist (Fabianism). Statesmen, educators, students who for almost 40 years have known the plain name of Sidney Webb as a synonym for scholarly and philosophically radical Socialism, will not soon be accustomed to his new Socialist title, "Baron Passfield of Passfield Corner" (after his estate in Hampshire). Unfamiliar with his new position and decidedly uncomfortable in it seemed Sidney Webb, last week, as he entered the House of Lords and went through the ceremony of becoming...
...Sidney Webb Secretary of State for Dominions and Colonies...
...cotton mill at the age of ten, another's father was a lace designer, one is the son of an Irish laborer. However, five have titles, four went to Oxford, two to Cambridge, three to the military schools of Sandhurst and Woolwich, and one (Author-Economist Sidney Webb) was educated in Mecklenburg-Schwerin. Super-educated is Sir Charles Philips Trevelyan, president of the Board of Education, schooled at Harrow and Cambridge, son of famed Historian Sir George Otto Trevelyan, grandnephew of Lord (Horatius at the Bridge) Macaulay, brother of Historian George Macaulay Trevelyan...
...Webb, Sidney, erudite Secretary of State for the colonies and dominions. Long nosed, with pince-nez glasses and a pointed chin beard, Sidney Vebb is a noted author, one of Britain's greatest political economists. In these works his partner is his no-less intellectual wife, Beatrice Potter Webb...
...issue of such smart charts as Vanity Fair and The New Yorker is this revue, gathered by clever Manhattanites from the fancies, satires, slap-sticks of their native city. Merry, squint-eyed Fred Allen, whose voice sounds as though it ran over a ratchet, is chief wisecracker. Elongated Clifton Webb does a variety of turns, from elegant ballroom maneuvers to a parody of the John Erskine school of historical fiction. At one point, dressed as a Carthaginian warrior, he keeps languidly remarking: "Oh nuts!" It was in the best interests of mirth to revive George S. Kaufman's skit...