Word: chests
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Shortly after he arrived at Huntlands, Johnson complained of indigestion and asked for some baking soda and water. While other guests went swimming, Johnson retired to a couch in an upstairs room. But the pain in his chest grew worse, and a local doctor was called in; he spotted the trouble immediately. An ambulance was called and Johnson was taken to the National Naval Medical Center at Bethesda...
...cover the cost of shipping and mailing.'' is illustrated with a picture of the Virgin Mary, the trade name "Marilyke" and the motto, "Whatever our Blessed Mother approves." It also bears a list of specifications for Marilyke dresses, among them: "Full coverage for the bodice, chest, shoulders, back and arms," no cutouts lower than two inches below the neckline, no transparent or flesh-colored materials to give the impression of nudity, sleeves halfway between shoulder and elbow, nothing that will "unduly reveal the figure of the wearer...
...Metropole Cafe," peer into the gloom to see where all the noise is coming from. What they see looks like an alley lined with mirrors. On one side is a 110-ft.-long bar, on the other a cluster of dime-size tables. Behind the bar, on a narrow, chest-high platform, is a line of musicians, cash registers at their toes and microphones at their shoulders. The Metropole, it turns out, is one of the sturdiest Northern outposts of an obsolescent brand of music: Dixieland jazz...
...Thailand's Prime Minister Phibun Songgram he presented the Legion of Merit, degree of Chief Commander (for sending a regimental combat team from the Royal Thai Army to assist in the Korean fighting). When the Premier bowed low and placed the tops of his fingers together before his chest, the traditional Asian "joining of palms" to express respect and appreciation, John Foster Dulles whispered to the President: "They don't shake hands in Thailand." Said Ike: "I know, I know. But we do." He gave Phibun a hearty handshake, then took him out to Burning Tree and beat...
...child without writing childishly repetitive sentences and without resorting to mystic thought about Youth. Why does a child cry for no reason at all? Because of the way the waves at the beach come crashing down and because of the way a man with a black hairy chest can stare at a little boy. There is no pretentiousness here, only honest insight...