Word: caps
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Green tried to bring him to task for the fact that No. 5 had been allowed to run. In Washington, John L. Lewis seized thunderously on the fact that the Government was still, technically, the operator of mines. He cried that his enemy, Secretary of the Interior J. A. ("Cap") Krug, was a murderer, and called 400,000 U.S. soft-coal miners out for a week's "memorial" holiday...
Langley, a long-haired and shabby figure in a greasy cap and a flapping coat, grew more secretive, more intent on being "let alone." Although he was seldom seen, he led a life of incredible activity. He read aloud to Homer, sometimes sketched buildings "all in red" which Homer had seen in visions, saved tons & tons of newspapers for Homer to read when he regained his sight. After midnight, Langley roamed the city, pulling a cardboard box on the end of a long rope. He inspected garbage cans for food, begged meat scraps from a kindly butcher, sometimes walked...
...through his waved hair. Turpin and Sawston, who were on opposite sides of the same, high, tilted desk, looked at each other fixedly. They looked as though they were trying to hypnotize each other. Taking small hard steps, her red lips pettishly drooping, her head in a cap of short black curls, her small breasts, her hips, her waist, set off by her silk dress, the sister of Miss Browne walked as if at any moment, if she shrugged her shoulders again, she could make her clothes fall off her. Her dress had some small design of red and white...
...considerable portion of the prewar fleet of ancient jalopies was still on its wheels and able to backfire. But the flivver and all its appurtenances was growing unfashionable-the fox tail, which once flew from every steaming radiator, was now as old-hat as the coonskin cap...
...Seattle Post-Intelligencer in the acrid era of flash powder, singed eyelashes and burning lace curtains. "You could always tell a photographer," he recalls. "One hand would be bound in picric acid gauze, and his eyebrows would be burned off." You could tell Slim Lynch by a shapeless cap, a tired-looking overcoat, a cynical stare. He sharpened his camera eye on such famed stories as the Weyerhaeuser kidnaping-and hardened his stomach on raids on rural stills (the newsmen usually split the "take" with the dry squad). He got to know practically every cop, private eye, drunk, lawyer, convict...