Word: clad
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Suddenly there is a waffling noise in her chimney, the sound of tearing cloth, and a rain of shiny brass buttons into the fireplace. Then, with a loud plop, a red-clad figure appears on the hearth in a cloud of ash-dust, coughing violently. And Virginia thinks the recognizes...
...roly-poly Trade Unionist named Lahbib Ben Mohammed, who has himself served time in French prisons for his nationalism, led one team into the hills near Jafna, sent word ahead by intermediaries, and sat down on a rocky slope to wait. At the appointed time, a slim, khaki-clad young man, binoculars slung around his neck, pistol bolstered in his belt, suddenly appeared before him. In a few minutes a bargain was struck, and out of hiding rose 22 more outlaws. They surrendered 15 rifles, 1,200 rifle cartridges, 5 revolvers with 200 rounds, and got thumb-printed amnesties...
...Although Brubeck may be one of the best-known jazz pianists among a pseudo-sophisticated, flannel-clad collegiate set, he is far from the best of the modernists. Compared with the sublime simplicity of a Chet Baker or an Oscar Peterson, Brubeck's pretentious key-switching and borrowing of classical themes is a bit affected...
Opening in Norma, Bellini's old and faded drama of the Druids. 30-year-old Soprano Callas lived up to her reputation. With her lissome figure handsomely clad in white and crimson, she looked almost too young and beautiful to be a pagan high priestess. She made a minimum of movement onstage, achieved precise dramatic effects by the tilt of her head or the angle of her body, but also electrified the crowd with slashing moments of violence, as when she confronted her faithless lover in Act II. Her voice ranged from flutely pianissimos that penetrated to the last...
...given General Motors its record share of the auto business* looks as if he just stepped out of a Cadillac ad. His 5 ft. 9 in., 155-Ib. frame is usually clad in flawless blues and greys; at 61, his once brick-red hair and pencil-line mustache are grey, but his bright blue eyes sparkle like a newly polished car, his smile is as broad as a Cadillac grille. His voice is quiet, his manner calm. But under the Curtice hood there throbs a machine with the tireless power of one of his own 260-h.p. engines...