Word: eye
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Meanwhile, back and forth through the white front door in S Street, passed many people-friends bearing advice, advisers looking for friendship-Indiana's Watson, long of leg and small of eye; Mellon the benign; square-jawed Borah and mouse-grey Good, North Dakota's boyish Nye, Iowa's heavy-footed Brookhart. They talked of many things to the Next President and went away holding their tongues...
...Freshman dormitories and the absolute lack of a Senior monopoly on the Yard dwellings, the paramount argument in opposition to moving the Freshmen is based upon the success of the present system of Freshman dormitories. This success, however, is purely accidental, the dormitories having been built more with an eye for such a plan as Mr. Harkness has made possible in conjunction with a desire to disintegrate the Gold Coast cliques than for any of the less tangible advantages which have accrued from assembling the first year men in the same group of buildings. As any change of affairs would...
...clean aromatic smell of raw pine wood spread through the White House. Excelsior littered the floors. Busy workmen in overalls came and went. Mrs. Coolidge was packing. Into 150 new boxes, crates and barrels under her careful eye went objets d'art, china, books, whittling knives, stag antlers, desk sets, etc. etc.- symbols of a people's free-handed affection for their President. Eight Coolidge trunks entered the White House in 1923; 16 trunks will go back to Northampton, Mass., not to mention all the barrels, boxes, crates. "It is," President Coolidge remarked, "easier to get into...
...short howls of mournful hopelessness. A long rattling crescendo of protesting crashes, And a great voice shrieking like a lunatic with the Christ bug, And one eager eye squinting into the distance, searching out the red, the yellow, the cool green signal lights. The song of the freight is the moan and the broken cry of a woman dying in a train wreck, The clear sharp challenge hurled at the moon by a lonely defiant farm-dog, A nocturne in an unknown key torn by the wind from the throat of a steam whistle in a nightmare, . . . An all-metal...
Duveen. For four days Sir Joseph had been a harried witness. He had flayed the Hahn picture, testily calling its left eye "dead," "very dead," and "beadlike." On the fifth day he covered the whole damozel with one more coating of scorn. "She is a fat person!" he gibed. "A peasant type." Then he joyously pointed to a reproduction of the Louvre Belle. "This is a great lady of the period." Reverting to the Hahn painting he described the shoulders as flabby, the arms as puffy, the breast as lacking modeling, the embroidery as untrue to Leonardo's period...