Word: coatings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Mozart's mystical fantasy of free masonry unfolded among three Egyptian temple arches of flesh-pink, violet, cerulean blue, turquoise, cobalt and yellow. The middle arch was framed by black sketches of symbolic heads, and its opening revealed projected landscapes. Papageno was dressed in a brilliant green feather coat, brick-red vest and yellow trousers, while the chorus of priests appeared in explosive shades of orange...
John Raymond Godley, 34, 3rd Baron Kilbracken, from Killegar House in Ireland's County Cavan, invited Vicki for a weekend on his estate, met her at the Dublin airport in a grey cutaway coat and topper with a bouquet of roses and shamrocks, and a coach and four. Vicki proceeded to stay the weekend in the 150-year-old mansion, whose highceilinged, chandeliered gloom has never been desecrated by electricity. "Did you do any hunting?" Vicki was asked. "No," she replied, "but I was photographed with a Black Angus calf...
...exudes good manners 1;and a faint whiff of eau de cologne. Khrushchev's idea of fun is to strip off his shirt and wrestle with his colleagues; Bulganin's sport is fishing, and he loves ballet. "Dress Bulganin up in striped pants and a black coat, and he'd look at home in any European Parliament," says one Western diplomat. "Khrushchev in the same garb would still look what he isa tough proletarian...
...West." They seem to think that if the Soviet Union makes a good decision "there is something that forced it to make that decision, and even that the Soviet Union fears some catastrophe if it does not." Let me tell you, said Khrushchev, letting go of Walmsley's coat but grasping his arm instead, such speculation is "a fantasy of stupid people." Lowering his voice and looking around to see that no ladies could hear, he confided to the Americans: "We say of those people who think this way: 'If a mother-in-law is unfaithful, she would...
...morning last week a short, gnomelike figure dressed in a cream-colored coat, grey flannels and sneakers darted through the dew-drenched shrubbery of Paris' Bois de Boulogne. He paused to stare reflectively at a lush hydrangea bush, then hurried on to pick up a dead limb, a handful of dead leaves and a piece of old oak bark. To startled park gardeners an official explained: "That gentleman is a famous Japanese flower arranger, Monsieur Sofu...