Word: wife
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Walter Reuther, the cocky, redheaded president of the C.I.O. United Automobile Workers, is a model husband. He neither drinks nor smokes, hates to travel without his auburn-haired wife Mae, and listens to the family phonograph when other men go to nightclubs. When a meeting of the U.A.W. executive council keeps him in downtown Detroit after the dinner hour, he never fails to telephone, always tries to get home for an icebox snack instead of eating in a restaurant...
Last week he followed this routine as methodically as a toolmaker setting up a lathe. He drove his 1941 Chevrolet sedan into the garage behind his neat white six-room house at 9:30 p.m. His wife turned on the back porch light; he walked into the kitchen, took off his coat, asked about their 5½ year-old daughter Linda, and sat down to some warmed-up beef stew...
Gallup loves children and animals, hates cities and crowds. Since 1934 he has lived on a 500-acre dairy farm near Princeton with his wife Ophelia and three children: Julia, 11, Alec, 20 (a Princeton sophomore) and George Jr., 18 (now at Deerfield Academy). Since he gave up his Young & Rubicam vice presidency last year, he commutes to Manhattan two days a week, spends the rest of his time in Princeton, with three or four trips a year to his Los Angeles office, an occasional interviewing junket around the rural...
...shawl-like rebozo]has been created by people for people. The Mexican women who do not wear it do not belong to the people, but are mentally and emotionally dependent on a foreign class to which they wish to belong, i.e., the great American and French bureaucracy." His wife and fellow artist, Frida Kahlo, said he, has worn nothing but Mexican clothes for 22 years, and when she went to Paris in 1939, Madame Elsa Schiaparelli was so impressed that she designed a "robe Madame Rivera...
Papa was already the father of six, but overjoyed at the news. "Oh, my dear darling wife!" said he, "we haven't had one for ages. I love babies." Mamma, who had to run the household on 250 francs a month, said coldly: "So you're glad for me to bring another poor wretch into the world?" And Papa replied: "Of course I'm glad. It'll be a boy this time, he'll be born in 1900, beginning his life with a world's fair...