Word: clad
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Parliament convened last week, but with out the pomp of untroubled times. There was no royal coach, no scarlet-clad outriders for vanguard, no cheering crowds along St. James's Park. George VI and Queen Elizabeth drove from Buckingham to the Houses of Parliament in an automobile, quickly and almost unnoticed. There were no royal robes. The King wore the blue of an admiral, the Queen wore a royal purple street ensemble. The peers were in morning coats or uniforms and peeresses were not even present...
...Gilbert & Sullivan, visitors gaped at 1) photographs and movies illustrating the history and technique of sculpture, 2) plaster casts and bronzes under blue and green spotlights, 3) in a basement auditorium, as a sideshow (35?), a bevy of vacant-eyed, open-mouthed ballet dancers. The premiere ballerina, a half-clad blonde named Missouri, swooned in the arms of a sweating youth named Mississippi. They were giving a choreographic version of a famed group of statues: Carl Milles' fountain The Meeting of the Waters, whose huge, wriggling nudes still cause bluenoses to avert their eyes when crossing Aloe Plaza...
Sorokin's idea was that applicants for admission to Harvard should be surrounded by beautiful, scantily clad females reclining on sofas, and, if they were able to resist the temptation, they would be granted admission. Mr. Rose, in telling of the girl's unselfish offer, said, "The girls are quite willing to sacrifice themselves for the worthy cause of science...
There is the battle of Long Island, like an old panorama print, with Smallwood's line of brown-clad Marylanders saving the routed American forces. There are weird night scenes in the Long Island swamps where the hunted tories hide, the horrors of life in the British prison hulks; the desperate tory defense of Ninety Six, a Virginia outpost. One of the book's best passages describes the long columns of tories stretching from Winchester (far down the Shenandoah Valley) to the Cumberland Gap. Persecuted by the rebels, let down by the British, the homeless loyalists ooze slowly...
Without an instant's hesitation, out of the line of defenseless freighters and straight for the death-laden steel-clad swerved the 14,164-ton armed merchant cruiser Jervis Bay, a hardy old packet of the Aberdeen & Commonwealth Line which used to take freight and poor emigrants from Britain out to Australia. She had just six 6-inch guns and no armor plate over her ribs. Her commander was an Irish admiral's middle-aged son named Edward Stephen Fogarty Fegan. He had promised his men that if ever they met the enemy they would face...