Word: elbow
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...electric lights blinked. A newspaperman, looking down on the city, saw the square 28-story tower of the City Hall sway ten feet like a huge tree. Masonry and cornices began to fall. The floor he was standing on bent gently up and down. An old Californian at his elbow said: "This is going to be a bad one." A cloud of dust began to rise through the stricken town...
...without meaning to, Lanfc shot Cleve. Though she had been Cleve's wife and borne him children, Kezzy still loved Lant best, was glad she could marry him at last. And like his old man before him, Lant went on living in the scrub, with fear at his elbow...
...perfect confidence in my car I could not have completed the attempt. . . . Throughout the run each way I was bucking about like a pea in a pod. . . . The mist obscured my view and dimmed my windscreen. ... I favored my left hand a bit. the hand wrapped to the elbow with elastic bandages. ... I am not at all happy about it. Frankly, there is no reason why I should be. My car has a potential speed of at least 300 m.p.h. ... I had hoped to approach within at least 15 miles...
...affection. But if a sickly cripple could not wield a saber, he could at least study the scriptures, and Maurice, aged thirteen, was consigned to the ecclesiastical limbo. Twenty years later he wore the Miter of Autun. Thence for sixty odd years the imperturbable Talleyrand stood at the right elbow of every government that held sway in Paris. Through the maze of diplomacy and intrigue he walked, smiling ironically, drinking deeply and often of the champagne of life. M. Bernard de Lacombe has seen fit to describe him as the "chess player," calmly watching the whole turmoil of unrestrained human...
...gathered from cinema or from the circuses which U. S. cloak & suiters stage in large hotels, would be disappointed by a genuine Parisian premiere. There are no orchestras, no spotlights, no elegant young men in cutaways. The rooms are elaborately decorated but a trifle dusty. Harried vendeuses in black elbow hip-swinging models about. Blue-jowled buyers scribble earnestly in little books. There is much confusion. One thing Paris couturiers have learned from Hollywood: to produce at each spring and autumn opening a certain number of freak gowns, shown only for their publicity value. Thus the Swiss designer Heim, opening...