Word: clad
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Within the hall nearly 300 formally-clad Nassau bigwigs perspired in the heavy tropical heat while scarlet-robed, bewigged Chief Justice Oscar Bedford Daly advanced to administer the oath of office. In the khaki of a British major general, the nervous, unsmiling Duke shifted uncomfortably under a red, crown-emblazoned canopy, repeated the oath of allegiance: "I, Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David, Duke of Windsor, do swear that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to His Majesty King George, his heirs and successors according to law, so help me God." On a special dais, a step...
...retaliated in kind, and also refused to go through with the nuptials until all references to dentures were eliminated from the ceremony. Eventually she had her way. The course of television love met further obstacles. Before the bride arrived at the studio altar, in came Fan Dancer Faith Bacon. Clad in a brassiere and a G-string, with feathers in her hair and on her heels, Miss Bacon insisted, wedding or no wedding, that she was going to do her uninhibited stuff before the television camera. In honor of the occasion, Miss Bacon offered to put on a fur neckpiece...
...Willkie and his wife, flying from Salt Lake City to Colorado Springs, kept their chins up as well as any one. Far below lay grand U. S. scenery that would have been more reassuring if God had provided more landing fields upon it-the jutting peaks of the snow-clad Rockies...
Last week, as Atlantic City sweltered under the year's record heat (98°), the almost ail-American Youth Orchestra gave its first concert. Five thousand sunburned boardwalkers listened, quietly sweating in the municipal Convention Hall. As the healthy-looking, white-clad youngsters swung into a tricky Bach Fugue in G Minor with veteran ease, many of the audience began to think they sounded remarkably like an outfit they had heard before: Stokowski's Philadelphia Orchestra. What with pretty blondes, earnestly tooting their trombones and horns, they looked very different. The 14-year-old Negro Trumpeter William...
Through the streets of Mexico City, in a beating rain, a gloomy procession wound one day last week. Three thousand black-clad mourners, almost all of them wearing little green badges, marched along with six rough coffins. In the coffins were the corpses of three boys, one stripling, two men-just a handful of the 350 casualties of Mexico's elections, victims of a tragicomic burlesque of democracy...