Word: septuagenarian
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Down to Washington traveled a Republican delegation from Wisconsin to ask the septuagenarian from Idaho whether they might have the privilege of entering his name in Wisconsin's Presidential primary. Solemnly he bowed in acquiescence. When the Wisconsin politicians babbled to the Press, the Press rushed back to Senator Borah for confirmation. Said he: "I am going to do what I can to get liberal delegations from as many States as possible. If the liberal forces wish to put my name at the head of the ticket. I have no objection. If they want to put the name...
...summoned Inventor Haas to Washington, asked for a demonstration of his device, consisting of a leather thong to which was attached a small leather-covered cylinder. When suspended over gold-bearing ground, the indicator was supposed to vibrate. Explained Septuagenarian Haas: "I call it a mineral vibrator. . . . The principle on which it works is affinity with affinity. I have to have a gold affinity to detect gold. . . . My instrument is loaded with affinity. ... I tune in with my gold vibrator. It is like a radio. You dial until you get a certain station. . . . When I take it in my hands...
...than place bids amounting to upset prices. Old bush-bearded Leonor Fresnel Loree, who two years ago stepped out at 74 to buy a 10% interest in New York Central for his rich little Delaware & Hudson, was spotlighted as a likely bidder. Another suggestion was Frederick Henry Prince, crusty septuagenarian Boston banker who jumped into Armour & Co. a year ago. While either Loree or Prince could undoubtedly lay hands on enough cash, neither at his age would probably be eager to undertake the rehabilitation of $3,000,000,000 worth of properties...
...Septuagenarian Henry Holiday Timken, Canton's No. 1 citizen, lives in baronial splendor in his Canton home, is sometimes called "The Millionaire Nobody Knows." Around his estate is a high iron fence guarded by watchmen who question all who attempt to enter. Deaf, Mr. Timken expresses himself in curious ways. On his office floor is a fine thick carpet. It is said that when something displeases him, he stalks the floor scattering live cigaret butts. No one is allowed to pick them up, for later Mr. Timken likes to look across a carpet pock-marked with burned spots, evidence...
...Oklahoma City, the handy Brothers C. W. and J. W. Rollison. septuagenarian realtors with time on their hands, took a week off to build their own coffins, complete with satin pillow headrests...