Word: bareness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Some of them were soldiers and were wearing breastplates, and some were peasants and were wearing patched-up pillowcases. All of them were wearing pink tights. These worked very well; we simply put them on over our bare legs and pulled them very tight, and they looked just like bare legs...
...story of Anna Sullivan and the illegitimate child she sought to hide from the world. In the dingy Roxbury Crossing police station, 13-year-old Gerald, an otherworldly child with the flabby frame of a sickly girl, told his story. His mother had kept him locked in a bare, tiny, lightless room as far back as he could remember. She had brought him food on a tray, but he was forever hungry. Now & then she gave him a few marbles or a comic book...
...Kremlin was surely more surprised by the speed and scope of the Atlantic pact negotiations than by the bare fact of its creation. In 1927 Stalin had postulated the inevitability of two hostile worlds. "In the course of further development of international revolution," he said, "two centers will form on a world scale . . . The struggle between these two centers for the possession of the world economy will decide the fate of capitalism and Communism in the whole world...
...opening his $21 million Shamrock hotel (TIME, March 21), turned St. Patrick's Day in Houston into a Donnybrook. McCarthy's 2,500 guests (200 of them from Hollywood) milled past dinner-jacketed newsboys at the entrance, stripped the lobby's $1,000 orchid-studded trees bare, guzzled 1,200 bottles of champagne before the banquet. Shamrocks bloomed everywhere-on ashtrays, wastebaskets, even on the panties and bras that McCarthy presented to his women guests. (The men got cowboy boots from the hides of prize cattle that provided the steaks.) The crowd whooped it up so hard...
Young "Nyrin" became the society's most vocal member. In a drab little shop, whose dusty windows bore the society's name in proud gilt letters, the committee met each week. Around the bare table sat 30 miners, some straight from the pit, the coal dust still runneled into their sweat-sticky faces. Bevan always spoke precisely and to the point. He had suffered from a bad stammer (caused by an uninformed but successful effort to "correct" his left-handedness), but had overcome it by reciting Shakespeare out loud and forcing himself to speak up in public...