Word: chatting
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...troop of "Revolutionary Entertainers" had skipped cavorting onto the stage. Only one number seemed to please Stalin. He is an Asiatic from the Soviet Republic of Georgia, adjoining Armenia. When a singer named Zagorskaya sang a Georgian love song, The Man of Steel applauded vigorously, unbent, began to chat animatedly with Peasant-President Kalinin...
...After luncheon chubby, jovial astute Mr. King suggested a motor ride, 25 miles out into the Gatineau hills to "Kingsmere," his country home. There, as with President Hoover beside the rushing Rapidan, Mr. MacDonald found an open hearth, a crackling log fire. Canadians hoped that during the long chat which followed he gave Mr. King pointers concerning President Hoover's reaction to three present causes of friction between Dominion and U. S.: 1) The proposed U. S. agricultural tariffs infuriating to Canada's farmers; 2) Control of liquor smuggling; 3) Allotment of radio wavelengths of which Canadians...
...came back, fetched James Ramsay MacDonald and the historic handshake of the trip took place. Mr. MacDonald introduced his daughter, apple-cheeked Ishbel. In the Red Room, Mrs. Hoover was waiting. President Hoover took his callers to her. Mrs. Hoover, Ishbel and Lady Isabella Howard at once began to chat, joined by Statesman Stimson. President and Prime Minister stood apart, talking earnestly for twelve minutes. Keynote No. 2. Back at the British Embassy some 30 minutes later, the Prime Minister received about 200 newsgatherers. "All that I put in a plea for is that disagreement never be aggravated by misunderstanding...
Thence he was called to Washington, without reasons given, to call on the President. He called, had a short chat, was asked to "stand by." Several days later he read in the afternoon newspapers that the President had named him to be the Army's Chief of Engineers...
After a 45-minute chat, Mr. MacDonald sped from M. Briand's office to the Gare de Lyons. Before his train chuffed out he talked to French correspondents with unwonted bonhommie. "I couldn't pass through Paris without seeing M. Briand, messieurs!" cried Pere MacDonald while Daughter Ishbel beamed. "Say simply that two old friends have met. The visit was purely personal. My old friend 'happens' -I place the emphasis on 'happens'-to be Prime Minister of France...