Word: hat
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Goat, Lovers) revealed a forthright, uninhibited graphic touch as clear and gay as sunlight. Typical was General Washington, decorative, naive, fantastic. General and horse were suspended in air, unpropped by Delaware ice cakes or the neoclassic columns of Mount Vernon. The plume on the General's tricorne hat looked like a Christmas tree. Though utterly alone, the Father of His Country drew rein and fired his pistol...
...night train. While waiting for a taxi I stood around and watched the Germans. Their clothes looked unpressed and faded but still good. Their faces were grim. I particularly noticed one grey gentleman. He had on a fine, fur-collared coat and new overshoes, a prewar and rather frowzy hat. He walked and spoke with dignity and authority, but his face looked haggard...
...Book. Fannie's latest novel (Hallelujah; Harper; $2.50) is a rather abstruse triangle. Lily Browne, a widow, seemed "a startled-looking little girl, whose round hat with ribbons would be forever slipping backward on her head." Quiet, modest, gentle, nevertheless "in her underslip, the translucence of pale flesh shone on her arms and breast. An unexpected little quality of voluptuousness was revealed by Lily in undress. The thighs seemed wider and harp-shaped, the cups of the bust, tiny, separate and high." Oleander Watterson, Lily's maid, was an ex-convict, six feet tall, with a torchlight personality...
...thought she resembled the small, rosy Lucie of The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle. She was English to the marrow, spoke in a spicy North Country accent, was deeply attached to her Lake Country. She often went out haying with the farmers, wearing buckled Lancashire clogs and wide straw hat. She never went out of England. Old English china, silver and furniture were her hobbies...
...colossial." His take ($2,750 weekly from radio, $3,500 more from the nightclub) helped add up to his best fiscal year-about $250,000. He moved into his old suite at the Astor (No. 472) with Eddie Jackson, Jack Roth, for a quarter of a century his drummer, hat buyer, trainer, secretary, valet, friend-and Mr. Umbriago...