Word: embonpoint
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...used on more than 30,000.000 automobiles, developer, also, of the Bendix Four Wheel Brake. Tallish, well-built, with brown hair and a boyish complexion that shows no signs of his having been in existence for almost haF a century (born 1881), Mr. Bendix is nevertheless alarmed concerning embonpoint. Lately he acquired an elastic belt to pre vent undue Bendix expansion. An incident in the Bendix rise to fame and financial potency was his part-purchase of the Potter Palmer castle-mansion (TIME, Nov. 19) and other Lake Shore Drive parcels. But Vincent Bendix him self is perhaps most...
...still remembered. Reason: Sir Joshua Reynolds painted her portrait. At the time she was 20. She was the daughter of the 7th Earl of Northampton. Her combined hair & wigs piled up enormously above her white brow, bright eyes, little pointed chin. She concealed her slenderness in an embonpoint of drapery, revealed the toes of her slippers. Sir Joshua painted her against an expanse of foliage. Her parents paid him about $1,050. It meant nothing to debutante Betty. When she went home she called Sir Joshua "a pompous little man." Later she became Lady Cavendish, presented her Lord with eleven...
...small, red brick cottage just completed by the Chancellor, who has personally laid each brick. All through the summer he has troweled vigorously, whenever he could snatch the time, assisted by his hodcarrying daughters, Sarah, Diana. By thus bricklaying, smart "Winnie" Churchill has achieved two objectives. His embonpoint is somewhat reduced; and. what with elections coming on, he has reaped much vote-getting publicity among the myriads of laboring Britons who have seen him troweling and slathering mortar in the "picture papers." Since the whimsical Chancellor has actually carried his stunt to the extreme of joining a bricklayers' union...
...think so, you're ca-RAzy," insipid youths who say "And I don't mean perhaps." More truly, with greater ease than any other cinemactress, the Bow-sprite typifies the slangy, vital grisette who frolics in and out of adolescence, does her marrying, gets the embonpoint...
Eliza has made her precarious way across the ice, strewing her wake with the pillows that gave her the necessary embonpoint. The buzz-saw has ceased to hack at the disheveled hair of the fainted heroine, and the villain, with a furious gesture, has gone to meet his Maker. Gone are the thrillers and the tragedies and mysteries that held audiences tense for every moment of their diurnal span. Gone indeed, but the tradition seems to linger...