Word: hip
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...fitting accompaniment to upswept hair, shirtwaists, petticoats. Said Vogue: "Now that we are going to wear 'Queen Alexandra' dresses . . . what shall we do about figures? We'll want waists a little smaller. We'll want bosoms a little more ample. We'll want hips a little more in evidence. . . . For one thing, you may go in for corset lacing. Front lacing. Back lacing. Lacing that will, when you want, nip in your waist two or three inches. . . . To allow your hips to round out . . . many a new corset aims to release, rather than to flatten...
Like Mr. Hitler at Munich and after, daring Mr. Eccles had his adversaries on the hip. Said Chairman Pat Harrison of the Senate Finance Committee, who knows perfectly well that Congress will not economize in a big way: "If the statement of Mr. Eccles represents the views of the President and is endorsed by him, and he desires Congress to determine the issue, I shall be glad to assist in the formulation of a reasonable program." Said Chairman Adams of the Senate sub-committee which cut $150,000,000 from WPA's deficiency appropriation, only to have the President...
...about 1:30 p. m. Earl Durand strode into the First National Bank at Powell. He had a six-shooter on his hip, a .30-.30 rifle in his hands, pockets bulging with cartridges. Bank President Bob Nelson, his three employes and five customers reached for the ceiling. Durand grabbed $3,000 in cash, then started shooting crazily through the bank's windows and walls. "They'll plug me anyway," he told his frightened captives. When he had fired 40 or 50 shots he bound Nelson, Cashier Maurice Knutson and Teller John Gawthrop together by the wrists with...
...song, turns Titipu into a dance hall before latecomers are in their seats, makes Yum-Yum, Pitti-Sing and Peep-Bo carry on like three little maids from reform school, and finishes Act I in an uproar when Katisha busts in, no hatchet-faced termagant, but an eye-rolling, hip-shaking, torch-singing Red Hot Mama...
Should Mr. Shields be so unfortunate as to fracture his hip, lie in a hospital eight weeks, flat on his back in a Bradford frame, leg being stretched by ropes and pulleys and weights, said leg being held immobile by a yard-long sandbag on either side, an alert physician and a bevy of nurses standing by like eagle-eyed engineers, he will learn that one may be kept from "tossing about in the throes of sleep" until he may hatch out a whole dozen eggs "scrambling" nary a one, and no "marvel" at all. "This astonishing muscular control" will...