Word: tycooning
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...single, but Shore's Carolina Jack was still in it. A wonderful last day might put him in the finals; otherwise the national field championship would be between Mary Blue, champion in 1929, and Yankee Doodle Jack. Mary Blue, white & liver pointer bitch owned by Standard Oil Tycoon Walter Teagle, froze to a point, tail raised high: a bevy of quail slanted into the air. Again and again she pointed, covered ground tirelessly, made only one mistake. Judges gave her the title, with Yankee Doodle Jack second...
Anxious to be present at the impending royal and naval functions in Bermuda, many a U. S. tycoon & wife opened their white-roofed cottage last week. Humbler citizens took hotel rooms. Bermudian landlords, shopkeepers, bartenders rubbed their hands appreciatively. But not many U. S. vacationers who have gone to warmer, quieter Nassau in previous winters changed their custom for Royalty's sake. Between Bermuda and Nassau exists a gentle rivalry shared loyally by those who cause...
First. Lord Reading succeeded the late Alfred Moritz Mond, Baron Melchett, as Board Chairman of Imperial Chemical Industries, Ltd., thus becoming the Empire's No. 1 tycoon...
...opportunity to brand the ill-advised drawing with the telling marks of their disapproval. The Reverend Mr. Duval has attempted to stop the smoking mouth of Lampy with the dictum that the cartoon is "the worst insult ever perpetrated by a college publication against womanhood." William Randolph Hearst, tycoon of the "American" and one time Lampoon editor did not choose to comment. It only remains for the Boston press to hand out their ever ready award of bibs and lollypops...
...already "liquidated" the only two dangerous Russians) and dictated his terms. When they understood his amazing proposition they scurried to sign. So would you have done. Economists may laugh at Tycoon Rand's slick scheme, but the plain man will admit it makes a good Oppenheim yarn. The Author. Edward Phillips Oppenheim, 64, tycoonish-looking himself, writes stories "because, if I left them on my brain, where they are endlessly effervescing, I would be subject to a sort of mental in digestion." He published his first story at 18, his first novel at 20. He never plots...