Word: haire
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...going on, passed a special act empowering Governor Trumbull to issue special complimentary licenses to his prospective son-in-law's father or any other distinguished guest who may drop into the State. With Citizen Coolidge in the news appeared a new figure-John Brukowski, 22, dark of hair and eye, tight of lip. For several years John drove a car for Miss Ruth Cooper of Smith College's English Department. Miss Cooper went to Europe. John was jobless when Citizen Coolidge returned to Northampton last month. Citizen Coolidge hired him as chauffeur and general handy...
...size of any of the men in the Philosophers' Hall. They all glowered about rather stupidly from under thick eyebrows. And their lower jaws stuck out like the scoops of steam shovels. Their feet and hands were disproportionately huge. The fingers were shaped like clubs, without grace. Hair grew on the backs of the fingers and hands. The faces of those who were shaven showed many coarse wrinkles, like a harvested hay field...
...Wright and Curtiss. The new aviation accessory corporation will be capitalized at $140,000,000 President of Bendix Aviation Corp. is Vincent Bendix, inventor of the Bendix Drive, now used on more than 30,000.000 automobiles, developer, also, of the Bendix Four Wheel Brake. Tallish, well-built, with brown hair and a boyish complexion that shows no signs of his having been in existence for almost haF a century (born 1881), Mr. Bendix is nevertheless alarmed concerning embonpoint. Lately he acquired an elastic belt to pre vent undue Bendix expansion. An incident in the Bendix rise to fame and financial...
...thought of War and wrote, "The hair of my Mary is dark, and her eyes are shadowed deep, but the despair of the lost generation was darker, and the water in the shell-holes that drowned them was deeper. How may I rest against her heart which beats so gently, when the heart of the world is troubled, when its breast may be beaten again by the iron of the guns of the lightless people? I am weary, but how can I rest having seen the Light...
...small iron bench in the Pincian Hill gardens slept a holy man. His breviary had fallen from his lap to the grassy turf. Children gravely gathered beside him, for it seemed to them there could be no mistaking the man's grey hair, his glasses, his still, regular features. "Is it he?" whispered one to another...