Word: emeralds
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...happy blast on a 12th Century hunting horn. Last week, as Washington's National Gallery admitted ordinary visitors to its showing of the family treasures of Austria's Habsburgs, there were plenty of such rich and marvelous knickknacks for folks to goggle at. including jeweled goblets, an emerald cream jar, embossed parade armor, even a nine-lb. golden salt cellar wrought by Benvenuto Cellini. But the finest treasures of all in the $80,000,000 loan exhibition had been put together with only a few dollars worth of paint and canvas. Among them were seven Tintorettos, twelve Titians...
...handsomest egg in last week's show was carved out of rock crystal. Inside it was a golden tree, and perched in the tree was a peacock which, when removed and placed on a table, strutted, turned its head, and folded and unfolded its fanlike emerald tail. The last Fabergé egg to be presented to the Czarina (in 1916) was prophetically grim: made of blackened steel and poised on four bits of shrapnel, it contained only a miniature painting of the Czar and Czarevitch Alexis with staff generals on the Eastern front. Two years later the imperial family...
Straw-haired, sleekly groomed Fleur Cowles doesn't own a hat, usually wears tailored suits, a rose, and black horn-rimmed glasses, is never without a huge (1 in.) Russian emerald ring ("It's my trademark, it's me, it's Fleur - rough, uncut, vigorous"). Says she: "I've worked hard, and I've made a fortune, and I did it in a man's world, but always, ruthlessly, and with a kind of cruel insistence, I have tried to keep feminine." For a sampling of Fleur's insistent femininity, readers could...
Tourists behaved as tourists should, trekked dutifully to the Floating Market and the Cobra Farms, gawked earnestly at the gleaming Emerald Buddha in the Grand Palace temple. Bangkok's shops were bulging with niello silverware, hand-woven silks, carved teak heads and snakeskin bags. What was more, the prices were low. For lunch the visitors ate cold prawns in the air-conditioned Chez Eve,* while an Indonesian quartet imported from Singapore played Slow Boat to China...
...Faolain's picture of modern Ireland, which he thinks is a good place to live, is far from the notions of the ould sod and the emerald isle which many Americans cherish. He sees a nation of peasants-become-freeholders, a nation slowly learning how to make the best of its position "at the end of the queue" of Europe. For the present, however, he strikes a balance: " [We] have no nightingales, but also have no serpents; no moles, also no ballet; no Communist intelligentsia, but also no Catholic intelligentsia...