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...Chicago. He. designed Chicago's Blackstone, Drake and Edgewater Beach hotels, New York's Maxine Elliott Theater and Philadelphia's Forrest, for himself designed a pink, gaudy, tricked-up house which boasted a Ming bed that slept seven, a dining table that came up with the soup course, sank to the kitchen below, came back with the chicken and gravy...
...workshop. When I got there I could get some soup every day and meat twice a month. After the soup I began working, not very hard because in one way or another our work helped the Germans. We worked slowly about half the time, and the rest we talked about the war, the Germans, Norwegians in concentration camps, other little items like that...
Colonel Elliott Roosevelt, on a recent quick trip to Moscow, was wined & dined by correspondents, who treated him to a $50-a-person supper of zakuska and borsch (hors d'oeuvres and vegetable soup), scalloped veal, etc. When a Red Army captain was invited over from another table, Colonel Roosevelt insisted, after a due amount of casual conversation, that the captain be told, off the record, the colonel's identity. The captain was at first incredulous, then convinced and delighted. Toasts to President Roosevelt, Stalin, the Second Front were exchanged; finally the beaming Russian whispered to his friend...
...pine woods northeast of Dresden. The prisoners had a chapel, library, playing field and garden. They lazed through a 9 a.m. to 11 p.m. day. They took walks, naps, sun baths. They had rugby and cricket matches. They attended lectures (science, languages, history, elocution). The food was heavy on soup and potatoes, but Red Cross parcels and afternoon tea kept British spirits up. Last March 22, Stalag Luft Ill's easy routine suddenly fell to pieces. Exactly what happened only the Germans knew, and did not tell. They kept the bare facts secret until April 17, when a Swiss...
After the war, Dr. Fleming went back to the peaceful laboratory and teaching routine which he still follows. He held classes, ate his lunch in St. Mary's gloomy refectory, where diners are served soup, "cut off the joint and two veg," rice pudding, prunes, and tea for one shilling sevenpence. Sometimes at the end of the day he went across from the hospital to The Fountains, a potted-palm pub in Praed Street, for a glass of beer before going home to spend the evening with his wife and son (now a medical student at St. Mary...