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Word: haire (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Wielding the largest paintbrush in the world-something like a camel's hair street sweeper-chunky, grey-haired Raoul Dufy has been standing on a stepladder in an abandoned garage outside Paris for many months, while Jacques Maroger, technical adviser to the Louvre, stood below stirring basins full of pigment, water, alcohol and nut oil with an egg beater...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Biggest Something | 4/12/1937 | See Source »

Pierre J. Martin, a little French painter of 62 who invented an unsuccessful sort of motion picture screen, dreamed not long ago that he flew to Mars and found there a race of little people with long hair, pointed ears and chickens' feet. They were eating cherries. He painted a picture of this and last week it was on the walls of the same exhibition...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Independents | 4/12/1937 | See Source »

...autopsy to have been drinking heavily, left her escort at her door, entered her apartment, took off her coat and dress in the bathroom, washed out her silk stockings and hung them over the edge of the tub to dry, cold-creamed her face and put her hair up in curlers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Press: Murder for Easter | 4/12/1937 | See Source »

...murder mystery it was a natural. On Easter Eve, the mother had apparently been preparing vegetables and a roast for next day's dinner. She had been strangled. Judging from her bruised knuckles and the traces of skin and grey hair later found beneath her nails, she had fought her assailant. The roomer, deaf, had presumably been murdered in his sleep. The murderer had then waited until the daughter came home at 3 a.m. Charles Robinson who lived on the top floor reported, "As I came up the steps leading to the Gedeons' floor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Press: Murder for Easter | 4/12/1937 | See Source »

...cheeked, joyless among the tassels and antimacassars of their bedrooms and kitchens. Triumphing in its wantonness it emptied the streets; swept flesh before it; and coming smack into a dust cart standing outside the Army and Navy Stores, scattered along the pavement a litter of old envelopes; twists of hair; papers already blood smeared, yellow smeared, smudged with print and sent them scudding to plaster legs, lamp posts, pillar boxes, and fold themselves frantically against area railings." It takes more than graceful, ingenious or suggestively beautiful writing to earn an author the name of "great." As in a cosmic Customs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: How Time Passes | 4/12/1937 | See Source »

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