Word: eye
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...could answer or obey, he had seized his hat again, jammed it down over his thick mane of hair and rushed back to le Chambre. The individual who thus hectically disported himself throughout the week, was, of course, M. Aristide Briand. As Premier he was forced to keep an eye on a most uproarious and disheartening wrangle in the Chamber. As Foreign Minister he was obliged to give some thought and care to preparations for the reception of two distinguished guests at the Quai d'Orsay...
...Wilhelm II and Franz Josef proclaimed the independence of "Poland" without defining the area which they referred to by that term. Repeated attempts were then made by "Poles" to organize a government among themselves. Not until after the War, however, did they succeed, under the benevolent eye of the Allies, in getting the area now known as Poland officially recognized as an autonomous state by the Treaty of Versailles; and not until then did "Marshal" Josef Pilsudski attain recognition by the Powers as the first President of Poland. M. Stanislaw Wojciechowski was elected to succeed him in 1922, and continues...
Florence Mills, pastel darktown strutter, made a very serious concert bow last week before the International Composers' Guild, Manhattan, Eugene Goossens and Ottorino Respighi conducting; Mme. Respighi, soloist, and Alfredo Casella, pianist. Thin, glittering, syncopation in her eye, she sang four songs with a small jazz orchestra-"Levee Land" it was called, by William Still...
...decking their bodies, until the Easter Sunday "parade" of fashionables and fops gets more notice in the lay press than does the sanctity of the holiday. This display of clothes and flowers and jewels and carriages, wily merchandisers have gloated over. None the less they have peered with squinted eye at the fluctuating date of the festival, even as they touted a robe as "hot from N' York, lady," or "new from Paris, madame...
Recently there stood in the dock of the Old Bailey, famed London law court, one more tatterdemalion derelict of the thousands that file in and out of that hall of Justice every year. His furtive, watery eye, his mumbled speech and disconsolate countenance marked him for a waif indeed. He was penniless, friendless, and without an advocate...