Word: haired
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...hand was the first to give President Hoover's a congratulatory squeeze. Mr. Coolidge, without rising from his seat, reached up and did likewise. The President turned back to the public, seen and unseen, and began his speech (see col. 2). Wind-blown rain dampened his hair, clotted his eyebrows. He shook his head impatiently to get the wet off his face. The fringes of the crowd melted away. Indians in full war paint (friends and race relatives of the Vice President) retreated to shelter under the Capitol's main portico. The President began to hurry his words...
...plain "Ike" Hoover, a tall, long-nosed electrician to superintend a wiring job. He stayed on and on until he became major domo, chief usher and master of White House protocol. He has a little office off the main foyer, to the right as you enter. Crisply grey of hair, vigorous of demeanor, it is he who inspects all callers, who engineers all receptions, arranges the First Lady's teas, sends the White House motor hither...
Last week there strode into the flat white Department of Interior building in Washington a tall muscular man with a thick black mop of hair. His "good morning" to attendants who were just beginning to recognize him was quick, incisive. He was Dr. William John Cooper, Commissioner of Education in the U. S. Department of the Interior, succeeding tireless Dr. John James Tigert, now president of the University of Florida...
Norman Bel Geddes is short, with a muscular chunkiness. His sandy, habitually tousled hair and careless attire indicate no esthetic pose. They suggest the informality of a summer camper, or a man tinkering in a workshop. He was born in Adrian, Mich., in the '90s, and christened Norman Geddes...
...Intimate Gallery, littered with picture frames, books, mucilage pots, framed and unframed paintings. In the room, at almost any time during the winter season, may be found a keen-eyed little man in a baggy grey suit. He peers inquisitively through silver spectacles, his grey mustache and hair are scraggly, uncombed. His name is Alfred Stieglitz. He is a lover and maker of photographs.* And he is one of the quietest and most admired characters in the art world...