Word: chicly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Slangs: acorn-to experience adversity; allot upon-to intend; agazed-astonished; acceptress-a girl who says yes right away. One word (chic) Sato couldn't define but could use in a sentence: "You'll be a chic before you are heck to flying...
Katherine St. George, glib, chic, greying first cousin to F.D.R. and first-string hostess in New York's fashionable Tuxedo Park; business and G.O.P. committeewoman who worked like a piston on her campaign and announced that one of her goals was to "have every union member a capitalist." She had the backing of Ham Fish, for what it was worth. Republican St. George will be one of two new women in the House.* The other: Democrat Georgia Lusk, first woman ever to be elected to Congress from New Mexico...
Traubel likes to sing with Melchior because his size dwarfs hers. To dress her own vast proportions as handsomely as possible, Traubel has all her clothes-including her stage costumes-designed by Hollywood's Adrian. In the sewing room of Adrian's chic pastel salon, there is a headless and barrel-chested, size 46, grey muslin model standing majestically between those of Claudette Colbert, size 32, and Norma Shearer, size 32. Adrian's loose-leaf notebook lists the Traubel specifications after those for "Temple, Shirley." They tell a sizable story: "Bust, 51 inches [Shirley...
...scene shifts to Washington and the plot to Cinderella. In the capital, where her bridegroom is obviously a man of consequence, Katy-appears at a cocktail party in a mousy dress with a frumpy, ruffled collar. All the other women are wearing chic, severe black with diamond clips. Katy, of course, feels perfectly terrible for a good many feet of film until Taylor takes her shopping for some Irene gowns...
Although the chic Duchess was calm, the proud, pathetic little Duke was blazing mad. His never-good chance of a Government job (he wanted the Governor Generalship of Australia) had been crushed between the rollers of Fleet Street's presses...