Word: languorously
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...sleep normally. In 72 hours they stopped asking for drugs. Their appetite for food increased; they wanted food every minute, particularly sweet food. Their skin became firm; they showed no sign of nervousness; they were declared cured, at least temporarily. Only one came back, a Negress who yearned for languor. And what, doctors wondered, will narcosan do for the shadowy, secretive regiments of U. S. addicts to opium, to morphin, to cocain...
Opium is the mother of narcotics. Derived from the unripe seed-capsules of a kind of poppy grown in India and China, it slows the heart, contracts the pupils of the eyes, binds the bowels, relieves pain and fills the brain with languor and strange faces. There is opium in paregoric (baby-soother), in Dover's powder (cold remedy), and in many another household drug, drugs that seem kind. Opium gum looks like black paste. Addicts who smoke it use a small lamp, like a dentist's lamp, over which they give the dark pellet a slow roasting...
...when Actor Robeson sings the spiritual, "Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child") of the Negro's inability to find himself in complicated mazes of the white world; and Mr. Robeson's personality. His organ-like voice croons, booms in husky, mellow tones filled with all the languor and ebullience of his naive race. In the third act he appears stripped to the buff-an Apollo in black marble, a sight for any sculptor. Across the footlights prejudice turns to admiration. Black Boy, with the debased morale of the U. S. Negro, can see no beauty...
Last week jaded Gothamites sweated, many publicly collarless, others privately naked. In front of a cell-like apartment house one Garth Anderson, Negro, 23, sat dull-eyed, knowing not, caring less that Miss Josephine Smith, 20, white, likewise exuded many a salty droplet some miles away. Languor fell upon them. They sighed, yawned-screamed with fearful pain until summoned surgeons set their respectively dislocated jaws...
...been a long time since the newspapers twittered over the skill of that courtly national champion, William J. Clothier. He was a gentleman of slow gesture and deliberate mien. He walked about the court with a sort of precise languor, as if moving, a little unwillingly, to fetch something for a lady. Last week people thought of Mr. Clothier. They were reminded of him by one Lewis N. White, a youth from Texas who was runner-up against Champion Tilden at Longwood...