Word: valete
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...sheet of paper, scrawled on the paper: ''Must this man go? E. R." A servant carried the paper to Presidential Secretary Stephen T. Early. Mr. Early started to set the executive office machinery in motion, then abruptly halted it. The President's Negro valet, Irvin Henry McDuffy, friend of Steve and also a reader of the Evening Star, had shown it to the President and the President had already sent word to the head of Washington's police traffic division that Steve was not to be molested...
...sent his magnificent Maybach-Zeppelin limousine back to France on the 5. S. De Grasse, departed on the 5. S. lie de France with his buxom young wife, his buxom young French secretary, his 9-year-old son Nen La Motte Sage (after the father's pseudonym), maids, valet. 30 trunks, 40 other pieces of luggage. Proudly he carried with him a green leather booklet signed B. Mussolini. The booklet is his "Fascist Membership Card," which he treasures above all the millions he has made out of catering to the aches and pains and physical vanities of a credulous...
...father used to call him "Toad." By the time he was a stable boy at Guttenberg, N. J. James Sloan's hard little fists had changed the offensive nickname to "Tod." When in 1900 he returned from England to the U. S. with a secretary, a valet, ten trunks, a monocle and an English accent, open-mouthed newshawks asked what "Tod" meant. Replied he: "Todhunter...
Harold Nicolson tells the story of Arketall, Lord Curzon's famous valet, who was unreasonably fond of the bottle. Lord Curzon was at Locarno, or some such place, representing Great Britain at big peace negotiation. As the day for signing the Pact approached, Arketall got more and more irregular in his habits, and on the morning of "Der Tag," he was quite in his cups. Sitting in bed, with his morning cup of tea, the great British diplomat gave Arketall the sack, told him to decamp within a half-an-hour. An hour later, hurriedly dressing for the meeting...
...dozen impoverished acquaintances while descending eleven stories in an elevator. He carried thin gold-headed canes, wore white spats, checkered waistcoats, spoke of money as "scratch." Suffering from the effects of a sporting banquet, he received a massage the night before he died from his longtime Negro cook-chauffeur-valet, Chicken Fry Ben Jones...