Word: bouquet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...pilgrims prostrated themselves before him. and when they could not reach his gown, they touched the hoofs of his pony. Dignified and smiling, his crew cut and glasses making him look (as one American put it) like an exchange student at the University of Southern California, he received a bouquet of red roses from Nehru's daughter, Mrs. Indira Gandhi. All week long he kept up a stiff schedule of spiritual talks and mass blessings, interspersed occasionally with political conferences (apart from his divine attributes, the Dalai Lama is also chairman of Tibet's Preparatory Committee to Improve...
...volumes only two pages at a time, museumgoers are likely to be both tantalized and delighted by what they see. The Duke of Berry's Belles Heures, illustrated by his personal painters, the three Limbourg brothers, breathes the freshness of morning. Embossed with gold, it sparkles with flower-bouquet hues, including the exquisite borage-blossom blue, a pigment so precious that the duke listed two pots of it among his treasures. The queen's handbook was meant to delight as well as instruct. The Nativity (see cut) introduces the text for sunrise prayers, but just in case courtly...
...bloodless functionaries described in palace handouts. Britain's newspapers are still widely torn between deference and defiance in chronicling the crown. Last year, the lip-smacking Mirror gave almost a whole page to a peekaboo shot of Princess Margaret, in a low-necked gown, stooping to receive a bouquet. In the venerable Times, the royal cleavage, chastely camouflaged with an artist's airbrush, was squeezed into a single inside column...
...Perfume made by the Cistercian monks of Caldy Island, off Wales, will be introduced early next year by Sybil Connolly, Ireland's leading fashion designer. First offering: "Caldy Bouquet...
...several other planes. Nancy's hat was imperiled, her skirt began to balloon. Says she: "Just as I grabbed for the hat with one hand and for the skirt with the other, an eager, friendly crowd swarmed up to greet us. Someone thrust at me the usual welcoming bouquet, which I, not being endowed with three hands, frantically considered gripping with my teeth. Estes, pumping away with both fists, looked over at me, a little annoyed. Above the hubbub of wind, propellers and introductions, he called out, 'Honey, why can't you shake hands with all these...