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Comfortable Burnooses. While the occupation lasted, living was relatively comfortable. The Franks in Outremer-which the Crusading territory was called -adopted luxuries of the East, e.g., linen bedsheets, running water, which were unknown in their cold castles in Flanders and Normandy. They levied tolls on Arab traders, enjoyed Arab music, ate Arab food, and dressed themselves in turbans and burnooses when off-duty. But the climate was unhealthy for northerners, and men who survived the battlefield often succumbed to strange tropical diseases. Most Crusaders died young...
...about banquet halls, diplomatic conferences and secret meetings with the aplomb of a great lord, wore an air that had in it traces of Jewish ghetto life, Slavic exoticism and British rectitude. He had none of the frugal, self-denying asceticism of some nationalists. He loved good tailoring, fine linen, good food. He was probably the only President in history with a complete change of clothes in London, Geneva, New York and Tel Aviv...
...rosary, bits of candy. Into the bottom shelf went a Moslem with a shattered leg, his bared, shaven head showing the tuft of hair by which Allah would raise him to heaven after death. The guy ropes of the medical tent sagged under a load of bloodstained surgical linen. As a handful of visitors, including TIME'S John Dowling, approached the tent, a weary French surgeon stepped out and said, with exquisite sangfroid: "I am enchanted to see you, messieurs...
...Princeton eating club, to a casual visitor, seems to offer nothing except an endless round of parties, dances, and dinners. But behind this facade of elegance--waiters, fine food, comfortable chairs, linen table cloths--lies a quarrel that nearly split the university in two three years ago, and the resulting mess is still the hottest topic on the campus...
...hope was lucky. A small girl of about five, in blue linen trousers with cross-over braces behind and a bib in front, had just come to inspect the laurel bushes. She squatted down and peered into them, probably in search of a hidy-hole. Her expression was, however, disinterested, even bored. She seemed to be performing a duty rather than a pleasure. Now, hearing the cry of "naughty," she started up, looked round the corner of the bush and saw the baby. At once she started forward and, repeating "Naughty! naughty! naughty!" all the way in exactly the nurse...