Word: flickeringly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Downward Sliding. Dior's dresses were straight and flat in front, straight and flat behind. They dropped undisturbed from narrow sloping shoulders, passed the waist without a flicker of recognition and settled just south of the bottom. Belts sagged low around the haunch, embracing a girl where there is most to embrace. The plunging neckline, an enticing vista down which men had been peering happily for years, was firmly closed over by featureless cloth. Even evening dresses hovered near the collar bone. Fashion editors burbled of "straight, flat pullovers," "oldfashioned middy blouses...
Into the ornate Indian Treaty Room of the Executive Office Building last week crowded 239 reporters for President Eisenhower's 15th press conference. After a few pleasantries, Ike said with a flicker of a smile: "I could start off, I think, by confirming something that is certainly by no means news any more." Then he announced the appointment of California's Governor Earl Warren as Chief Justice of the U.S. (see NATIONAL AFFAIRS). Ike was dead right that it was no longer news. The reason it wasn't touched off one of the most heated battles newsmen...
...cliches. Teresa Wright, who always appeared to be a pretty girl, is made to look careworn and greying as the mother. But an even greater error in judgment than this is the showing of the film on the new Panoramic screen. Since this greatly magnifies the picture, quick movements flicker and blur. Besides this, Spencer Tracy is now not only in front of the viewer but on each side as well. It seems a misuse of technology somehow...
Even after Bill was identified, however, John Flicker, the owner of the plundered diner, could not stop laughing long enough to get angry. "My sides ache," he said weakly, after all reports were in. "How I wish I coulda seen it. Wotta sense of yooma...
...simple story songs, like the one about the girl who finds a kitten, puts it in her bodice, and attracts a good deal of male attention. But she also goes in for old rousers like Alouette and Au près de Ma Blonde. As she sings, her hands flicker gaily through the air, over her body, across her face, like the hands of a village girl telling a story at the well. She dislikes sadness and expresses the feeling in broad caricatures of moaning pop singers. Hers seems to be the Montmartre of old, when sheep grazed its slopes...