“Sarah Palin is a true believer,” Bess told me over coffee at Vagabond Blues, a café 20 miles from Wasilla in the town of Palmer.
Then came Bess Myerson, a daughter of Russian-Jewish immigrants who was raised in the Sholem Aleichem Houses in the Bronx.
In 1926, while rehearsing for a benefit show for the school, Queen Bess fell from the cockpit five hundred feet to her death.
After much angst, Moore talks with Bess—only to learn that the precocious thirteen-year-old already has it all figured out.
No Jewish woman has been crowned Miss America since Bess Myerson won in 1945.
Finally Bess felt as though she could not stand it a moment longer.
“I felt that Bess wanted exercise,” the girl answered evasively.
The meal stood untouched, and even Bess looked pale and anxious.
He knew that there was little hope of Queen Bess winning the race.
"You talk as if we were centipedes," said Bess, releasing Nan's foot and sitting up grumpily in the berth.
surname, attested by 1215, literally "faithful man, trusty man."