Word: clad
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...capital of French colonialism in Indo-China, Saigon nurtured some of Asia's fanciest fleshpots. Among them: an elegant bordello called the Dai La Thien (Paradise), with 300 silken-clad girls who entertained in mirrored cubicles; the Grand Monde gambling establishment, which earned enough...
Work Harder. After watching portly A. V. Vlasov, head of the Soviet Academy of Architecture, struggle good-naturedly with a tippety butterfly chair, the delegates were shown by pretty, pink-clad hostesses around a futuristic pink kitchen. The Russians were unimpressed. Noting a built-in radio, Kozuilia ventured to suggest that housewives might be distracted and let the lunch burn. When he saw a built-in cosmetics drawer near the sink, he cracked: "And do you also sleep in the kitchen?" Again a builder explained: "You'd be surprised how this helps sell houses." Said Kozuilia...
Responding to Sihanouk's invitation, thousands of sarong-clad Cambodian Smiths and Mrs. Smiths thronged into the city to participate in a national congress to suggest constitutional amendment and nominate a Premier. All an adult citizen needed to do to be a "congressman" was to present a coconut, a grapefruit, or some similar token, to King Norodom Suramarit, Sihanouk's father. Some 30,000 availed themselves of the opportunity...
Blue for Blondes. Diana is tireless at publicizing Diana. She posed almost nude for a bestselling booklet called Diana Dors in Three D. Clad in a mink bikini, she skimmed down Venice's Grand Canal on the prow of a gondola. Meanwhile, she worked hard to prove herself an expert mimic. She can skillfully play Cockneys, Scotsmen, Irishmen and Americans. Critics like her ("Her main gift is impertinence. Not only does she stimulate the libido, she also transmits charm . . . and is about as neurotic as an ice-cream cornet*"). The public takes...
Back in Bonn, when Adenauer returned, any misgivings for the future were drowned for the moment in the chorus of rejoicing over the returning prisoners. At the airport, a tiny, black-clad lady pushed through the crowd and kissed his leathery hand. "My heart thanks you!" she said (her only son had been a Russian prisoner for twelve years...