Word: chambers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Upstairs and downstairs and into the First Lady's chamber went two workmen last week, lugging shiny green holly wreaths, one for each window of the White House. Downstairs all was Christmas rush. Bookkeeper Henry Nesbitt listed stacks of early gifts; Housekeeper Mrs. Nesbitt thumbed over the State linen, bargained with tradesmen, checked the storeroom's loaded shelves of cans and bottled goods. The cook pirouetted with dignity around the 24-foot electric stove, carefully sniffed the game rack, where hung pheasants, quail, ducks, grouse, and woodcocks waiting till they were high enough for a President...
When terse, provocative Benito Mussolini feels that someone in authority should ramble on to the Italian people in soothing, fireside-chat fashion, Il Duce is apt to set his Foreign Minister and son-in-law, Count Galeazzo Ciano, a-chatting. In Rome last week the Chamber of Fasci & Corporations convened, Mussolini sitting quietly amid his newly revamped Cabinet (TIME, Nov. 13), and the Count talked for an hour and 53 minutes, mainly about how World War II began and why Italy is jolly well staying...
Year ago in the Italian Chamber of Deputies, "spontaneous" demands for "Tunisia! Corsica! Djibouti!" all French protectorates, were vociferously raised. Last week Fascist Editor Virginio Gayda, lamented that the two outlets to Italy's mare nostrum, the Mediterranean, were "closed," suggested it would be nice for Italy if British-owned Gibraltar and British-protected Suez changed hands...
Radio Comic Fred Allen, having hugely annoyed Philadelphia's Chamber of Commerce by wisecracking about the smallness of a Philadelphia hotel room he once put up in (TIME, Dec. 18), tried to make amends by explaining that times had changed; but that old room, said he, "was so small it had a digest phone book, the calendar on the wall showed only half a day, the ceiling was so low that if you ordered a three-decker sandwich, the waiter brought one deck at a time...
Born in Boston in 1901, Painter Hoffman began drawing as soon as he could hold a pencil. He studied art in Boston and Europe, now lives in a crowded Manhattan studio with a squint-eye view of Central Park. For recreation, he plays squash, second fiddle in an amateur chamber-music ensemble that meets in his studio every Wednesday evening...