Word: kimono
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...clean her Oriental pearls is to swish them through boiling water. As the pearls heat they will lose their moonbeam lustre, may crack and the wealthy lady will grow frantic. Yet last week all Japan honored a short, stocky, crinkly-faced old man who had rolled up his kimono sleeves, seized a blunt spade and vigorously shoveled into a fiery furnace 720,000 of his best pearls. Within three minutes they turned to flaky ashes (crystallized lime...
...swung in to the curb in front of a schoolhouse. Out stepped Mr. Inouye. Out from the shadow of a doorway stepped a thin little fellow in a tattered kimono and dirty black felt hat to send- Blam! Blam! Blam!-three bullets into the left breast of Junnosuke Inouye. The fellow in the tattered kimono was quickly arrested. His name was Sei Konuma, 22, and he came from the country. With sirens screaming, police whisked Mr. Inouye to the Imperial University Hospital where in a few minutes he died. At the hospital his wife, pale and dry-eyed, said...
...this year's composition was "The Cock's Crowing at Dawn," considered by most an easier subject to suggest* in 31 syllables than those stumpers of recent years: "Rocks at the Ocean's Fringe," "The Coloring of the Mountain Becomes More Brilliant." Wrapped in his state kimono. Baron Imazono stood in the Phoenix Hall and chanted not once but five times in succession the Imperial contributions. From the Emperor: From my own dreams to the weal of my people, thou, Chanticleer, Turnest my thoughts at thy call of the dawn. From the Empress: Send thy joyous clarion...
...schooling and travels, with amazing ingenuity. He always meant to repay loans, but rarely did with more than gratitude : "I hope the master [who financed most of his vagaries, including steerage passage to San Francisco] will take care of his honorable wife [who sold her precious marriage kimono for his maintenance]. . . . Please remember me to all who have eaten out of the same kettle. With bent neck...
Chauffeur Nakamura was incarcerated. Such joy reigned in Tokyo's Central Police Station that a banquet to Detective Tokuda was arranged. A long table was set up in the station house. Detective Tokuda, in a handsome grey kimono, sat at the head while smiling policemen and bespectacled detectives sat down to rice, pineapple and many a bottle of strong Japanese beer. Even the stern, shaven-headed Captain of Police condescended to drink a foaming glass or two to honor his subordinate...