Word: chromiumed
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Beast of Burden. This chromium-plated razzle-dazzle was not only G.M.'s recognition of the approaching buyers' market for all cars; it was also a salute to the role which the automobile plays in U.S. life. To the average American, a car is much more than a chromium-jawed beast of burden. It is the next thing to being a member of the family, regarded as affectionately as the Bedouin regards his camel, or the Mongolian tribesman his shaggy pony. It is both a necessity and luxury, a help in making a livelihood and a means...
...citizen's infatuation with his flashy, curvaceous, chromium-loaded postwar car was wearing a little thin. Once he had been madly certain that she was the only girl for him. Now he was discovering that she was a trifle touchy and craved expensive beauty treatments. Automobile clubs in various cities and the American Automobile Association were hearing his sputtering complaints...
...just for the cross-the-country glamor trade? Would he still have to stand in line 20 minutes or more for a seat in the diner? Would trains still lurch like a wounded moose on jolting roadbeds? Perhaps what the passenger really wanted was less fluorescent and chromium luxury and more plain, old-fashioned convenience and comfort...
...couple spent most of their time in Britain, where they lived in lush disregard for austerity. The Maharaja lengthened his fabulous string of race horses (estimated to be worth $1,000,000), built a chromium-studded training establishment atop Warren Hill, Newmarket, Cambridgeshire (despite local indignation over this use of scarce building materials...
...boys in Doc Evans' jazz band blew a final chord and then drifted from the stand for an intermission smoke. As the jump fans settled down to their beers, a stooped and droopy-eyed old Negro clambered up to the piano behind the chromium bar. He began a rolling boogie bass -not fast and tinny like most boogie, but low and underneath the deep, dark blues his right hand played. He played softly, staring out into the blue smoke as if he didn't care whether anyone listened. Not everyone did. But the oldtimers around Chicago...