Word: leanings
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Roubaix, France, emerged one Mme. Cuvelier Desprez, 87, moving with the cramped, deliberate shuffle of the very old. About her wasted body, peaked shoulder, shriveled rib, a one-piece bathing suit hung in folds from whose lower regions projected the wishbone straddle of her thighs. Her face was lean, brown, seamed with a thousand lines. The bathing attendant tapped her on the shoulder. "Be careful, my old one! Not so near the edge. One slip and- plumps-you would be in, hein?" Mme. Cuvelier turned on him the point of a yellow tooth. "Holy pig!" she replied, "I could swim...
...arms while he shambles into the room-"Viva, l'Ambassadeur." He wears an old grey suit. A jazbo necktie adorns, but fails to hide, the golden collar-stud. His shoes, surely, have never been denied by polish. See how he bows right and left, this gangling fellow, as lean as a lariat, in the old suit and the cracked shoes. His under lip protrudes like the point of a vulgar joke. His jaws move perpetually, up and down, chewing insult, chewing fancy, chewing humor, chewing gum. It is William Penn Adair Rogers, the diplomatist...
...lean, tall Dutchman and a U. S. citizen not very lean or very tall have been engaged for three and one-half and two years respectively in rehabilitating the fiscal administrations) of Austria and Hungary. Both men have borne the title: High Commissioner of the League of Nations. Both have administered huge, League-floated loans to such good effect that the budgets of Austria and Hungary balance and their currencies are stable...
From their comment it was plain that Italy's continued excess of imports over exports has at length roused II Duce to legislate frugality upon his people. He is himself, un uomo magro (a lean man), a man who is "fit." Less wine and more coarse flour will toughen jovial Italian paunches into the likeness of his own muscular diaphragm. Less gasoline will be imported, less white flour, less newspaper pulp, less superfluous building material...
...Lean and nervous Captain King in a dirty blue uniform leaned over the rail, his bloodshot eyes staring into the water. Dejectedly he said, "We've done everything we can. Two months of it and we're tired!" He gave orders to capture the two capricious, runaway pontoons, to flood the ones floating,-it was an impossibility to tow the submarine to port with her stern resting on the bottom. Smashing seas imperiled the small boats and crashed together the four pontoons, rendering the re-submergence extremely hazardous. The first man to volunteer for the job of opening...