Word: bosomed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...sharp-eyed prison surgeon in Brixton Jail, where the callipygian captain was temporarily detained a fortnight ago on a charge of bankruptcy. One of the most fetching of these pictures (see below), shows her wearing the collar of an officer in the Legion of Honor, while across the scarlet bosom of her mess jacket dangle the British D.S.O.; the Star of Mons, the Cross of a Chevalier of the Legion of Honor, and the Belgian Croix de Guerre with palm...
...match public donations for park improvements. Behind this proposal were two purposes: 1) To save Yosemite National Park from logging on 11,000 acres of private land within its confines; 2) To banish forever unsightly "hot dog" stands from Federal expanses of nature's bosom...
...with the U. S. aviation corps. In France he met and married Mlle. Andree Lardoux, niece of the Marquis de Chambre of Brittany. She brought her husband a natural dowry of dark hair and eyes, Gallic chic. Her property dowry included a painting of a gentle faced brunette whose bosom plumply filled her brick-red velvet bodice. The painting was on two layers of canvas, bore on the back the inscription: "Taken from the wood and put on canvas by Hacquin at Paris, 1777."* It had been acquired by the Lardoux family from an aide of Napoleon Bonaparte. Mile. Lardoux...
Jokes. Lawyer Miller mentioned a painter named Garbo, suggested a relationship with Cinemactress Greta Garbo. Sir Joseph failed to understand. When Sir Joseph indicated the contours of the painted bosom Lawyer Miller jocosely murmured: "We will not go below the beads." Lawyer Miller denied perceiving certain innuendoes of color and form in the Louvre Belle. "If I were with you, you would see it," gibed Sir Joseph. When Sir Joseph was asked if he belonged to the French society called Friends of the Louvre he sighed and said: "I don't know. I shall have to ask my secretary...
...filled with starchy gentlemen, shouting amid the gay popping of corks. To one side stood a myopic, corpulent, bearded figure. His squinting eyes turned ceaselessly, his nostrils twitched. He was Emile Zola, novelist. He had persuaded Ludovic Halevy, boulevardier & librettist, to bring him there. The Prince stared at the bosom and hips of his hostess. Emile Zola stared also, fixed her image in his mind. Later he would transfer it into words. That night the Prince escorted the actress from the theatre. But Zola returned to the portfolio of notes for his next novel, Nana, a saga of sensuality...