Word: blacking
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...other night at a Count Basic dance, a rather merry young lady in black skunk furs, proceeded to climb onto the band stand, push tenor man Bud Tate out of his chair, sit down and clap her hands while cooing benevolently upon the audience. Aside from the fact that the look on Bud's face was funny as hell, a very serious question was brought up. Just what is the average leader going to do about the jitterbug? Benny Goodman recently wrote a long article proving that the jitterbugs caused his band to play as loudly as it does because...
...dapper, delirious Catalonian placed in one window an old-fashioned bathtub lined with black Persian lamb and filled with water, from which three wax arms arose holding mirrors. Pensive before the tub stood a wax mannequin clothed in green feathers, with long, bright red hair. On the walls, upholstered in purple, small mirrors were fixed here and there, and narcissism was further indicated by narcissuses floating...
...Alder, Wash, heard the sedate rumble of her four 1,100 h.p. engines change to a snarling roar as her pilot put her nose downhill through the overcast one day last week. From the clouds 10,000 feet above them she burst into view, fleet, round-bodied. A black speck burst from her left side, grew with incredible rapidity as it hurtled to the ground-an engine. Her sleek left wing swung back, twisted in the air and fell away as her engines alternately roared and growled...
...Yankee Josiah Hayden had sold spring water in Lexington, Mass., been a Y. M. C. A. leader in France during the War and has occupied himself with "private charity work" ever since. Last year Mr. Hayden opened a two-room office in Boston, installed on his desk a carved black bull a foot high (he says it symbolizes his bullishness on U. S. youth) and began to distribute his brother's largesse. To his office, whose doors are always open, came many thousands of requests for money, some crackpot, some worthy...
Blasted were electric power, gas, water, telephones. The toilet belched black sewage. But that day the Corbetts, millions like them in 20 cities over England, carried on. Repair crews filled the craters in the streets, restored skeleton public services. Two surgeons in Southampton's hospital performed 230 major operations in seven hours. Corbett dug a trench in his lawn, kicking himself for having laid by no gasproof room for a bomby...