Word: bared
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Peter, Emperor of Muscovy, told the gentlemen of his court to shave off their beards. The commandment had a significance beyond the capillary, for the beards of the Russian nobles were copied from the men who lived to the Eastward; the monarch's bare chin was the outward and visible sign of his detestation of the Orient. A wise man once called Asia the subconscious mind of Europe, and since the beard is to the face what the East is to Western civilization many scholars have thought that Peter was quite right to shave. He did not want...
...daughter who left soft draperies for bare walls...
Poem A boy sat on the Yachtsmen's Wharf at Atlantic City last Thursday, complacently fishing. Beside him dozed his necessary adjunct, a tawny, nondescript dog. The John Greenleaf Whittier poem was complete; bare feet, red hair, freckles; attired in a cotton shirt and overalls. Occasionally a promising dip of his long fishpole caused his eyes to sparkle momentarily; occasionally an intrepid fly was rewarded with an energetic slap. . . . Occasionallv, too, he shot a glance of stern disapproval across the wharf, where the Courtney children-Martha, four, and Jane, six-romped carelessly. Suddenly, simultaneous shrieks rent the air, mingling...
...whispered conference the bartender was called over. Money changed hands-to each of the ruffians a yellow bill, to the bartender a large wad. And next evening, on a coal barge, or in some lot at the edge of town, the two ruffians met and battered each other with bare fists until one of them fell down. To the man left standing the bartender handed the the wad. Thus were championship prize fights arranged, conducted, once upon a time. And now for many weeks the premonitory rumbles of a new fight have muttered through the land. All very courteous...
...awaited God's next word in a glitter of green and silver buckram. That was in the year . . . Nothing much had changed. Once more sunset powdered with golden dust the Cathedral Square of Salzburg; once more the monks looked down from their barred windows; once more, on a bare plank stage, God, the Father, in false hair delivered the speech that begins "the morall playe of Everyman." To be sure, the present prelate, Ignace Rieder, together with his Abbot, Peter Klotz, were more godly churchmen than their somewhat ribald predecessors; to be sure the waiting burgesses were mostly...