Word: brimmed
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Rampant on Lake Balkhazh's brim last week was John C. Calder, the tall, two-fisted, blue-swearing U. S. engineer who drove, argued and pleaded Stalingrad's famed Tractorstroy into successful operation. Last week not even John C. Calder seemed to think that anything can be done with Balkhazhstroy except "conserve...
...white-haired dame with the patrician profile and shallow-crowned velvet hat "with feather fantasy caught under the nice brim ... for the 40's or 50's or 60's" was unmistakably Mrs. Edna Woolman Chase, gracious, able editrix-in-chief of the three Vogues published in Manhattan, London, Paris. The drowsy blonde in the broadcloth beret (for ladies "this side of thirty") at the opposite side of the group was surely Nancy Hale Hardin, author of The Young Die Good, staff member of Vogue for four years. At Mrs. Chase's left, representing "the stretch...
Strictly speaking-though no one spoke strictly-the Conference met not in Lausanne, high above placid Lac Leman, but in suburban Ouchy at the water's brim, in the Grand Ballroom of the Hotel Beau-Rivage. Around an oblong table the delegates of 14 nations* faced each other with a great calm. Prime Minister Ramsay MacDonald, Premier Edouard Herriot, Chancellor Franz von Papen and the rest knew that their action must be to postpone action, adopt a temporary European moratorium and lay plans for drawing the U. S. into general cancellation of Reparations & Debts-after the U. S. elections...
...whole world, practically, seems to be giving cocktail parties. . . . Mrs. Henry Field had on a fantastic and most becoming hat ... like a parasol with a gardenia under the brim. . . . Mother (Mrs. A. H. Granger) is sailing the end of May to spend the summer in and around Vienna. . . . I've been a little tired this week and the person who is to blame is Miss Margalo Gilmore, owing to the fact that she has so many friends here. We played the piano and sang and in no time it was much too late. . . . Like all my parties, everyone just...
...Morning Iost, as "just dreadful-an ugly, big. heavy, bare, forbidding red brick factory with the straight lines of featureless windows and a tower-like tank-utterly out of harmony with the lovely Avon reach that it does its best to monopolize" (being built on the river's brim...