Word: white
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week, following up the sell-out achieved by his collected messages to his chief while Ambassador to Germany, Sir Nevile Henderson authored another White Paper. It was a 12,000-word first-hand study of Hitler, the Nazis and the Germans, written as his final report to Foreign Secretary Lord Halifax. Perceptive, witty and compassionate as a Jane Austen novel or a Lytton Strachey biography, it steered hard away from the old 1914 concept of the Germans as Huns or their ruler as The Beast of Berlin. Instead, it described them as understandable dupes and Hitler as a powerful...
Wingen, in Alsace, is a one-factory town near the Maginot Line. Last month Wingen was evacuated. From Paris hurried short, scholarly, white-mustached René Lalique, now 79 and ailing, to salvage his irreplaceable molds. He found his factory's fires out, soldiers at its gate. "No one goes in here," they told him. Sick at heart, Glassmaker Lalique went back to Paris. Closed, possibly forever, was a glassworks which combined art with the assembly line...
...blackened, pseudo-Renaissance pile of the Carnegie Institute at Pittsburgh come canvases from all over Europe and the U. S. for the Carnegie International, world's biggest competitive show of contemporary painting. In the Institute's galleries they are expertly hung by Jack Nash, a slight, nervous, white-pated ex-jockey. Once the jury of award did the hanging, but for the past 20 years Director Homer Saint-Gaudens has given the job to Jack, who pays small heed to names, more to effect. Jack has seen enough Carnegie juries in action to learn what the public never...
After a late and humdrum start, the new season at last unrolled its red carpet and put on a white tie last week. On three successive nights celebrities and sophisticates flocked to welcome their favorite comedy-writing team, their favorite musicomedy-writing team, one of their two favorite actresses...
...lumberjacks and jeans, in skating skirts and golf socks, in ski pants and starched white spats, 100-odd socialites gathered last week on the rambling estate of Capitalist Oakleigh Thorne at Millbrook, N. Y. Sniffing the crisp Dutchess County air, they galumphed over the meadows, up & down hill, tripping over cornstalks, leaping heavily over brooks & briars-in pursuit of a pack of beagles who were in pursuit of a wily hare. Local farmers would never go in for such crosscountry foolishness, but if they did, they would call it a rabbit hunt. In sport parlance this mixture of old clothes...