Word: boudoirs
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...upon the springboard of chastity in a day when only a very slight push was required to set a young thing splashing for dear life. Her papa removes her from the bold and importunate proximity of her enamored kinsman, David Ancaster, who has literally essayed to climb into her boudoir. In London and on the continent she finds gallantry galore, some of it quite as much to her taste as was her "Mr. A." By better luck than judgment she keeps her perch until the entries end with: "Stupendous Discovery! Mr. A. is in Venice." There, an envoi assures...
...front wheels with the curve-like ripple of a bloodhound's shoulder-thews; they began where most mudguards stop and curved insolently toward each other far out against the bumper, where the four frosted eyes of the car glare at the daylight. Inside the steel shell was a boudoir of swansdown upholstery finished in velvet of Cleopatra green, a color sleepier than the Nile at twilight, and above the door handles of antique bronze four rosewood panels were inlaid with little ivory panels showing a sedan-chair of the 16th Century, a Pickwickian stagecoach, a Japanese rickshaw and an Egyptian...
...Negodyaev's is a persecution complex; about monthly he rouses his family in the night, bundles them up, poises for flight, then goes back to bed. Lucy's woe is his lost estates; he finally hangs himself, arrayed in Aunt Teresa's silk underwear, stockings and boudoir cap. Georges' is the stink that Beastly makes shaving; Beastly has a tender skin and has to burn his beard off. Aunt Teresa's is her health and the death of her son Anatole, court-martialed in France...
...said he. "They teach people music. The day has gone by when the girl at the piano could play Aint We Got Fun? as the aged mother passed away, or I Want a Daddy Who Will Rock Me to Sleep when the villain was in the heroine's boudoir. The music fits the scene, thus printing itself on the memory, since most people remember more easily by the eye than by the ear. The cinema, if it does nothing else, gives many thousands a fair knowledge of popular and classic melodies...
...guest room there was a terrible noise, like a fierce struggle. Everybody rushed in, thinking the constable had caught the offender. Disappointment! There was only an infuriated constable hitting out with his sword right and left, running from all the crowd which rushed in, back into a little boudoir where there was a wardrobe with a mirror, which he broke in his fury. After that, Mr. Christo took up his place again on the landing, and received on his left cheek a formidable blow which made him scream, for it seemed to him that fangs hooked his flesh to tear...