Word: aprons
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...colors, carefully fingered exotic fabrics. At Bloomingdale's in Manhattan, swimsuits and playclothes were selling as if August were around the corner. At I. Magnin in San Francisco, suavely tailored pants outfits and evening pajamas vied for attention. Many of the designs, such as Calvin Klein's apron dress and Oscar de la Renta's rhumba number (see color pages), are deftly droll. There were raincoats that managed to be practical and chic as well, T shirts that could be worn to the opera, sportsuits that could enhance a dinner table as easily as the driving range...
...cartoonist for the Philadelphia Inquirer from 1934 to 1969; following a stroke; in Philadelphia. After studying at the University of Minnesota, he worked for a string of newspapers before joining the then Republican Inquirer. In the 1930s Hutton continually lampooned the New Deal, depicting Franklin Roosevelt as a popeyed, apron-clad cook feeding the American people "campaign soothing syrup...
This long struggle meant he could make only small sculpture, which he did by welding steel plates on an asbestos apron spread on his lap. In 1963-64 he was able to continue a series of bronze hands begun in 1958−fists, palms skewered by rods, fingers clamped to a balk of timber. These Rodin-like images of survival and defiance are full of expressionist anguish. As autobiography they are corny but moving. On the other hand, the earlier small steel pieces are generally disappointing. They seem clogged by graphic cliches and distended by a frustrated longing for bigness...
...black musician turns violent revolutionary after his new Model T is vandalized by jealous whites. Harry Houdini, the immortal escape artist, cannot slip from his mother's apron strings. He is also a man incapable of political thought because, in Doctorow's moving phrase, "he could not reason from his own hurt feelings...
...foam pads beside the Atlantic Palace Hotel's swimming pool, as obsequious white-coated waiters served them gin and tonics. All they needed were pith helmets and cigars to put the scene back 20 years, when paternal Europeans were prodding their adopted African children into the mummifying swathes of apron strings. But the apron strings have rotted in the heat and humidity. The people in the government come from Lycee Nacionale and St. Cyr no longer, but from villages like the one across the bridge...