Word: barmaids
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...broadly: "It is known that the general did not go out of his way to avoid the company of women." The police picked up Tamara, a faded femme fatale, Teheran's top belly dancer two decades ago, along with another dancer named Helene and a tall, hard Rumanian barmaid called Nelly. But they knew nothing, and were released. Then the cops went looking for-but could not find-General Fazlollah Zahedi, head of the Retired Officers' Association and an avowed anti-Mossadegh plotter. The government offered 500,000 rials (about $15,000) for information, and promised amnesty...
...Laura hated him; she also hated their spiritless daughter Margaret, because she was so much like her father. Thanks to Laura's interventions, Margaret never even got to kiss the cautious clergyman she might have married. Lazy brother Rupert, meantime, whiled away delicious summer nights with a ripe barmaid named Joy. But his mother Laura thought Rupert could do no wrong-not even on the night of Oct. 5, when he picked up a heavy poker and brought it crashing down on Papa Anderson's skull...
When a show was stranded in Shrewsbury, she earned her keep as a barmaid. In Lon don, she got a job in the chorus of one of Andre Chariot's revues, understudied Bea trice Lillie, and married a director named Francis Gordon-Howley. During World War I, Gertrude, though both ill and pregnant, took over in Bea's place and stopped the show. In the midst of one of the heaviest Zeppelin raids of the war, she was rushed from the theater for the premature birth of her daughter, Pamela...
...Earl of Harewood (rhymes with Gar Wood), sometime opera critic for the left-wing New Statesman and married to a Viennese pianist, their year-old son, and his younger brother, the Hon. Gerald Lascelles (rhymes with tassels), who once shocked the court by falling in love with a bonny barmaid, reduced the shock by not marrying...
...relaxation from his more ambitious oils, Marquet had strolled the streets of Paris, doing maliciously observant sketches of the people he saw. In a few deft strokes, a blob of black ink or a casual crosshatching, he caught the posture and movement of a speeding cyclist, a barmaid scratching her head, an old fiacre driver waiting for a fare, a bemused, potbellied pedestrian...