Word: wicker
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sought out tall, handsome Municher Mann found him quietly working at his latest novel, Joseph and His Brothers, a first venture into Biblical fiction. He would not talk of it, was lured to speak of his newest book, Mario and the Magician, which he wrote last summer in a wicker bath chair on the brim of the Baltic. "I find it quite possible," he gossiped, "to write a novelette while surrounded by noisy folks on a beach." Solemnly: "I am sincerely delighted with this great honor. I welcome it the more because I have always been profoundly stirred by Scandinavian...
Comfort. Even the open sport planes had their comforts-a pad for back of the pilot's head and one in front, if he jounces forward. Cabins had wicker or upholstered chairs or seats, ash trays, drinking cups. Large and small transports had washstands, toilets and kitchens. But informality is still essential for most air travel...
...President's chair is a wicker-backed swiveller. A Presidential nod seats the Job-Seeker in a green leather armchair, edged close to the desk. He begins his earnest plea. . . . The Presidential eye reverts occasionally to an ornate gilt clock under glass upon the mantel. Every tick is treasured. The Job-Seeker rises...
...year he was very, very touchy. To this period belong the electric hobbyhorse and Alice Roosevelt Longworth's remark about being weaned on a dill pickle. Paul Smith's, N. Y., 1926. The 1926 vacation was the one of the great confession. Sitting in an old green wicker rocking-chair on an- Adirondack porch, Calvin Coolidge told Bruce Barton of his early life, his later thoughts. "As I now recall it," he said, "I had always rather hoped that I might keep store when I grew up. ... I have never been able to think that fate was guiding...
From Manhattan Banker Jeremiah Milbank's yacht Saunterer, at anchor by a Florida key, a motor launch chugged away last week and nosed out northeastward across eight miles of wind-roughened water to the Gulf Stream. Perched high in a wicker armchair astern was Herbert Clark Hoover, a floppy hat shading his eyes, a three-inch starched collar prodding his digastric muscle...