Word: cloaked
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When Duveen first denounced the Hahn Belle, Mme Harm's husband was a Kansas City auto salesman anxious to help but untutored in the art of expertizing paintings. Last week, while Lord Duveen in his scarlet cloak and cocked hat entered the House of Lords to bow three times before the Lord Chancellor and take his seat as a peer of the realm, Harry J. Hahn reappeared in the New York Press, with every phrase of the art expert's vocabulary at the tip of his tongue. Mr. Hahn was ready to damn Lord Duveen anew and present...
...Allied stockholders have been trying to find out the nature of the company's securities portfolio, what part of its profits ($11,400,000 last year) came from manufacturing and what part from stockmarket operations. Urbane but distant, President Weber wrapped himself a little tighter in his traditional cloak of mystery, refused to supply the information...
...fabric took shape as a balloon, tugging and straining at its guys. A trapeze was rigged below the balloon's mouth, and just above the trapeze was a platform holding an automatic cinema run by batteries. Out from the little crowd stepped a handsome young man, shedding his cloak with a nourish to reveal gorgeous white silk tights, glittering with spangles. He was Louis ("King Louie") Bonette, junior member of Bonette Bros., daredevil aerialists. Daredevil Bonette perched himself on the trapeze, looked to his parachute, waved a nonchalant signal, and sailed off skyward in the hot air balloon with...
...early morning; the Vagabond donned his opera cloak sweeping it majestically over his shoulders. Enveloped in a phlegmatic cloud of imagination, he slowly glided out of Cambridge to a region replete with little green gnomes rollicking gaily. Before him and toward the horizon there loomed a macabre but wavering to the left and then to the right. A low wailing emitted from the narrow brick chimney. The Vagabond rushed thither to peer sureptitiously into a sordid room. A child, not much older than three, indifferently sucked its index finger; a woman, with delicate almost mask-like features brushed her hair...
When the bombs reached New York, dress, millinery, fur and cloak & suit manufacturers were in despair. Chemists assured them that the valerianate had to dissipate itself naturally, that there was no known way of neutralizing or destroying its odor. That meant they had to wait some six months before their stinking factories or showrooms became habitable again. Worst of all, even after leaving garments the smell came back on damp days...