Word: haired
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...able-bodied Irish matrons, Mrs. Murphy and Mrs. Callahan, hurl garbled Hibernian-English at each other over a backyard fence. They grab at each other's hair, throw pots and pans. They swat their children, who make love in cow-like fashion and threaten to entangle the two families in matrimonial alliances. In the end, of course, the children do get married...
...Ford. Evidently, too, all four of the wire wheels were braked. But from the rear-yes? no? . . . No, there was no visible difference; a new Ford would be scarcely distinguishable from an old until you passed it. The highway had had its face lifted but would do its back hair as always. Acts. That motorists may be obliged to tread their accelerators stoutly to have a front view of any new Fords going their way, was suggested by a statement issued last week by Edsel B. Ford (president of the Ford Motor Co.), the first official announcement in many weeks...
...murderer, became inspired to touch a match to the little tee he had built. Dreaming of a sunny beach, Joseph gave his nose a little wriggle, opened his eyes, squealed, tried to beat off the flames with his visor which caught the flame, dashed it into his eyes, mouth, hair. If he lives, Joseph Castro may have a brown puckered face, two blind eyes...
...would have been interested, for M. Evreinov touches also on the problem of seeing oneself as seen by others. "The Theatre of Oneself," says M. Evreinov, is conducted by every human being in all those acts wherein the human being is distinguishable from lower animals. Whatever one does?brushing hair, walking with poise, eating neatly ?is "theatrical" if self-consciousness enters the process. It is an ingenious thesis, cleverly spun. And, not surprisingly, it is spun too far. Biologists and psychologists, after learning that "theatricalness" is a peculiarly human attribute, will be puzzled to hear that the strutting...
...result, the stories are good stories. The circus people love and hate, give and steal, swear and sing with inflections nearly as much their own as Mr. Tully's. If the real Moss-Haired girl, half Swedish, quarter Indian and quarter Irish, did not actually wash her hair in stale beer and herbs, or if she was not the freak of virtue that Mr. Tully has made her, there was surely enough virtue and stale beer about her to make exaggeration more permissible than understatement. If the blood and thunder seem as pat as they are plentiful in "Hey Rube...