Word: lapping
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When a little girl gave chase to the royal limousine, panting after it with a fistful of flowers. Prince George told the chauffeur to pull up and the child with a breathless curtsy plumped her posies into Princess Marina's lap. At Prince George's apartments in St. James's Palace, the Princess and her parents spent an hour, then left with him for Balmoral Castle. As yet Marina had no engagement ring, since George had found nothing suitable in the Balkans where he wooed her (TIME. Sept. 10). Last week His Royal Highness ordered in London a superb Kashmir...
...gold into troughs at which silk-hatted pigs were feeding. At the lower left Secretary of Agriculture Wallace was strangling the Goddess Ceres. Behind him a tax collector was removing a citizen's shirt. In the centre sat Secretary of the Treasury Morgenthau?a clown juggling money with a lap full of gold bricks. General Hugh S. Johnson was jumping irascibly on the roped figure of Industry. Also to be seen were Madam Secretary Perkins, Postmaster General Farley, Uncle Sam on a cross, dying cattle, silent factories, skulls, reaching arms, and a reformer chasing nudes out of the cinema...
...motherhood. More interesting to most readers will be Nura's black and white pictures which achieve charm by combining a simple mysticism with an awareness of actuality. Animals, playthings, schoolbooks surround the solemn child as she grows up. At 15 she stares into space, a mirror on her lap. She emerges into starry light, the world at her feet, on her bridal night. "Full Bloom" shows her, arms outstretched in the shape of a cross, facing her babe who sleeps beneath another lucent Buttermilk Tree...
...into her car, spent the after noon driving. That night he had dinner with her at Pickfair. One other guest was present. Afterwards Fairbanks took his hostess for a long moonlight drive alone. Said Mary Pickford : "Yes, I saw Douglas. Whether I shall see him again is in the lap of the gods...
...breast of one Candido Roig Roura, who at 4 o'clock that afternoon had been standing in line to buy a fifth row seat in the shade. With a scream Candido Roig Roura pulled the espada from his chest and hurled it away. It landed in the lap of a sports reporter busily writing at the barrier, cut both his legs to the bone. Before Candido Roig Roura died, the great Belmonte had taken another sword from his mozo de estoques and killed the bull, with infinite grace...