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Word: corseted (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...doctor would corset his monkeys in waspish plaster casts (real girdles would not stay on), and X-ray them periodically. At week's end, Ivy thought he had a line on his monkeys: the Illinois Department of Public Health has a surplus shipment. No one had yet come forward with...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: The Dangerous Look? | 10/27/1947 | See Source »

Some fashion designers proposed hobble skirts, hoop skirts and skirts that flapped about the ankles. Some went in for unpadded shoulders; others padded hips. Some placed their trust in the back bustle, side bustle and the wasp-waist corset, whose constrictions in the last century had been a mainstay of jokesmiths and had made its wearers subject to fainting fits and worse...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: FASHION: Counter-Revolution | 9/15/1947 | See Source »

...priced items, which may or may not be bargains. Filene's basement sells only bargains, not all of them low-priced. It has sold $4,250 mink coats for $1,950. It once bought pipes with flanges on the stem, sold them to men without teeth. Its corset department does its fittings in the aisles, but it sells some 260,000 corsets a year...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RETAIL TRADE: Hub of the Hub | 3/3/1947 | See Source »

...himself into the vast sea that was the soul of the Savieur de France. I remember well the case of Reginald Arbutney, who gave the Longneck Theater its greatest evening in the first male "Joan." Unfortunately, Reginald was never allowed to follow his star for he inadvertently tied a corset string to one spur and thereby broke his neck mounting his white charger in the last act. May the Harvard Joan have more care. J. Thisby McManus...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE MAIL | 2/11/1947 | See Source »

...last the door chimes echoed through the house. "Well, child," she said to Edwina, "what are you waiting for?" Poor, flustered Edwina, whose childhood dated back to the days of the St. Louis World's Fair (and whose corset hurt her, besides), stammered, "But, mother, aren't you . . .?" Edwina sprang nervously, dropped her needlework, began fussing with her dress and her hair. By the time she reached the front hall, the colored maid had opened the door. There was Mal, her brother. And there, standing with him, was Nora, his grown daughter, whom none of the family...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Macloud Gulf | 2/10/1947 | See Source »

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