Word: flaxen
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...love good food!"); of not smoking or drinking; and of swimming daily in the Mediterranean, with no bathing suit and no company save two police dogs. She told her famed escape-from-a-shark story (TIME, Sept. 13), patted her bobbed hair and apropos of Maria Jeritza's unviolated flaxen locks, accused unbobbed women of having "microbes." She knew all about James John ("Gene") Tunney's having whipped Jack Dempsey for the world's heavyweight boxing championship. "My boy won," she said. "He's an angel, and so good looking. . . . I wouldn't mind a bit being engaged to that...
...Paris a factory burned, 8,000 lovely women were destroyed. Their smooth arms, shaped for the admiration of a great public, dwindled in flame, still clutching to bare bosoms a trail of cloth or towel; their dark or flaxen heads became lumps of strange matter that smoked and stewed and reeked; their carmine lips, half-parted, twisted for a while as if in a vain effort to breathe the fire, until, under the rapture of this last kiss, they closed forever. None escaped. They were wax models, destined for the windows of department stores, milliners, hairdressers...
Charles Dickens tells how the ladies of his time put in their albums the nail parings of royalty. Flaxen hair, if long and on the skull, brought ten shillings an ounce in England in 1662. Last week in California a moving-picture star was offered $5,000 for the trimmings of his next haircut. The buyer stated that he sold the stellar tufts, together with reproductions of photographs, for $10 and up per package...
...Musical Academy of Stockholm, Sweden, a poet gave a recital. He was Evert Taube, troubadour, who makes music with his lute to the words of his poems. Of gods and heroes he sang, of knights and demons fighting by waters black with ice, of flaxen-haired princesses. Ever, meanwhile, his lute spoke underneath, sadly, gayly, wildly. Loud did Swedish people in the Musical Academy applaud Poet Taube, last of the troubadours. "He is a second Bellman*," they said...
Once upon a time folk-dances were common. Flaxen-haired madchens whirled before the Bohemian alehouse; Russian peasants brought in the harvest with a grand clicking of heels; and the toreador's wife turned exultant somersaults in the market place, while her husband slew the bull. Each of these was a primitive expression of emotion. The skips and contortions the ballet stage are all that now remains of these old-time dances. The originals have been so greatly modified and "aestheticized" by the professors of terpsichorean that their originators would scarcely recognize them. The folk-dance was natural; the imitation...