Word: yes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...admiringly at her 17-year-old Phyllis, who did look well. Michael, aged ten, shuffled against the Hon. John Jacob, against quiet David, 15, a bit self-conscious in his natty new long pants. "Smile, Jakey," said Lady Astor. Reporters quizzed. She answered graciously: No, Phyllis did not drink. Yes, the English liked Will Rogers. No, she was not going to bring Phyllis up as a typical girl. She loathed typical people, despised 100-percenters of any nationality. Yes, she liked the modern girl. No, she was no Socialist; she was a social reformer. Yes, the English are wonderful...
...side was a great white arrow with the legend, "This Way, Ole Kid." The band played The Star-Spangled Banner. Miss Ederle responded from the water. She swam the first four miles in three hours and had a drink of beef juice. The band played Yes, We HAVE No Bananas. Miss Cannon got into the water and swam for an hour; Miss Ederle offered her a drink of chocolate. Miss Ederle ate some chicken. The band played Valencia. It was six o'clock and she could see the cliffs of Dover. She had been swimming for eleven hours...
...Frenchmen, clutching crisp or crinkly banknotes, felt their wealth oozing from them as insidiously as though they grasped a handful of slime. What to do? "Naturally"-with blind instinctive no-logic-they hit out. At whom? At Herriot, whose ambitious folly had overturned the Briand Cabinet (TIME, July 26)? Yes. M. Herriot was mobbed, though he escaped. (See "Presidents, Premiers.") But there was only one M. Herriot. At whom else to strike? Obviously at Les Américains-purse-proud Shylocks, champagne-swizzling hypocrites, gumchewers, rubbernecks, boors...
...gathering of pressmen he explained his note. Yes, he wore makeup. His profession made it necessary. Did he wear bracelets? For reply he held up his wrist, and the golden bands tinkled their momentary music. Sentiment, he said, had sealed their clasps. He would never take them off. "Here, in tender reverie," wrote the star cor- respondent of a moving picture magazine, "Mr. Valentino bent his head. . . ." Discussing the editorial, the head was erect, the reverie was not tender...
...Mauve Decade," the copy ran. (Grizzled gentry remembered the yellow posters outside a dozen Orpheum Theatres.) "Stirring scenes," it read on, "from early history are here presented for the first time in any book. See the majestic funeral of Emerson, the pitiful arrest of Coxey's army-" (Ah, yes, just so read a showboat's handbills when they played Uncle Tom down the Mississippi Valley)-"and The- odore Roosevelt (in person) putting-aside questions of state to decide more intimately those of the wardrobe. . . . Thomas Beer conclusive- ly proves that social discrimination against the Irish forced them into...