Word: bereted
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Since Stalin's death, the uniform has come under increasing fire as unbecoming and warlike. Last week boys in Moscow and Leningrad showed up with the official new look: an open-lapelled jacket, to be worn with shorts or long pants and topped by a casual European beret. The girls, though, will get no break. They go on wearing the same stern pinafore that dates from the time of Catherine the Great...
When the stormy week ended, Frondizi had the backing of big business, the neutrality of a large section of the military, a truce with most of his political opponents. For the first time in weeks, he pulled a beret on his head and took a half-hour stroll on downtown streets. "It may be merely another trick," moaned a coup-bent general-from his hiding place...
...gallery of the House of Commons one afternoon last week, a snap-eyed, tart-tongued spinster in electric blue coat and homemade pink wool beret craned triumphantly forward to watch Oxford M.P. Lawrence Turner step forward with a handsomely curlicued petition. Pointing to two brown paper parcels full of signatures, Turner started to read: "Regretting the innovations already being introduced and fearing that further mutilations will take place when the copyright expires in the Year of our Lord 1961, we . . . humbly pray that steps will be taken to perpetuate the copyrights in some public cultural body . . ." Occasion: the climax...
...briskly down the gangway from the Greek Air Force Dakota that had been dispatched to Cyprus to fetch him, and he pushed first to the arms of his wife. He was dressed as he had lived for four hunted years, in brown sweater, brown britches, polished boots. His tan beret had the blue and white letters EOKA crudely embroidered on it. At his side hung a .45 revolver; across his chest were slung his binoculars. ("The incongruous clothing of some old-fashioned music hall turn," jeered London's Daily Express...
...psychological movies. The doctor (crying, "I'm sorry, Sigmund!") is quickly seduced by Star Audrey Merridew (Julie Newmar), a wine-piney Georgia cracker who lives (on hush-puppies) with her cussing, Grant Wooden mother on Aorta Road. In time, Dr. Kalbfus divorces his wife, traipses around in a beret, becomes convinced that Sophia Loren wants to marry him. He winds up back in Manhattan, being analyzed himself. Mourns his analyst: "It's no good. We'll never understand what happens to people in Hollywood." Sighs Dr. Kalbfus: "We've got to keep on trying...