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Word: doored (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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Takeshi Usami, the imperial emissary, stepped from the car and, at once, the Shoda door was opened by a low-bowing male secretary who ushered him into the drawing room. Hidesaburo Shoda, 55, and his pretty, grey-haired wife, Tomiko, bowing low, motioned their visitor to an armchair. In courtly language, Usami announced the news: His Imperial Highness, Crown Prince Akihito, had informed the Imperial Household Board that he wished to marry Michiko, the Shodas' 24-year-old daughter. Conforming to tradition, the Shodas expressed consternation and surprise; the father made low obeisance, murmured that the honor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: JAPAN: Crown Prince & Commoner | 12/1/1958 | See Source »

...black bag, accompanied Abdullah to his room, where he put his nightclothes into the bag; then both headed for the prince's suite, where Abdullah was to take up his guard duties. Unhappily they went to the wrong floor. Abdullah's key would not open the door, so the porter got a passkey from the floor manager that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: EGYPT: The Djinni in the Bedroom | 12/1/1958 | See Source »

Abdullah tiptoed through the drawing room to make sure that his small charge was safely asleep. As he opened the bedroom door, a light flashed on and Abdullah found himself face to face not with the little prince but with a woman. Shouting, "Fein sidi! Fein sidi!" (Where is my master?), Abdullah leaped on the Begum, tried to choke the truth from...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: EGYPT: The Djinni in the Bedroom | 12/1/1958 | See Source »

...began to push open the door but stopped at a musty odor that came from the room. I put my face up to the edge of the door and listened...

Author: By David M. Farquhar, | Title: Writing Courses at Harvard | 11/26/1958 | See Source »

...Negro was saying in time to the music as we fell up the stairs and fell in the door. There was action, it was going, we were digging. Marco in his beard in a corner yelling drunkenly and ripping the insides out of the piano. Three people stripped to the waist and wrestling in another corner. And the music roared up in great billows and explosions of sound, washing over all of us, filling the room like a gas, putting...

Author: By David M. Farquhar, | Title: Writing Courses at Harvard | 11/26/1958 | See Source »

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