Word: linoleum
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...would Ritalin help? Is Austin Powers too racy for a nine-year-old? How about tube tops and platform shoes? Looming larger is a more ominous concern: Will my child's life end in a burst of gunfire and a pool of blood on the cafeteria's cold linoleum floor...
Students at other colleges, most of whom livein minuscule two-person boxes with cinder blockwalls and linoleum floors tend to get jealous whenthey see pictures of elegant Harvard quarters. Andwith good reason. Harvard's dorms have somedrawbacks, of course; students need to develop thestamina to climb stairs and a high tolerance forold architecture. But a housing system thatinvolves working fire-places, wooden floors,spacious rooms and beautiful landscaping isn'tsuch a bad start to a Harvard career.Crimson File PhotoON THE EDGE: Suites in Straus Hallborder the Square and offer groups of fourstudents two bedrooms, a large common room andprivate bathroom...
main mural (nine linoleum-smooth color slabstiled three-by-three), when viewed from thedifferent floors, actually appeared to not onlyshine with a soft radiance, but with a certainmagic? Was this a subtlety he had expected? Kellyreplied only with a quizzical look and promptlybegan telling the story of how he, a man of morecolors than words, convinced the judges (who wereactually real U.S. Justices) to choose hisinstallment over the other final entries. As theystood in front of the nine color panels, Kelly wasasked if there was any meaning to his choice ofcolors. In an unexpected incident of repartee,Kelly replied...
...There's also my odd penchant for soda fountains. Nothing rocks my world more than walking into a soda fountain, putting two dimes on the linoleum counter top and striding over to the jukebox. Then, as the music starts up, there's the faintly exhibitionist thrill to sitting down on a 50s art deco stool, ordering up a milkshake loaded with cream and cinnamon and recreating a scene worthy of Norman Rockwell...
There's also my odd penchant for soda fountains. Nothing rocks my world more than walking into a soda fountain, putting two dimes on the linoleum counter top and striding over to the jukebox. Then, as the music starts up, there's the faintly exhibitionist thrill to sitting down on a 50s art deco stool, ordering up a milkshake loaded with cream and cinnamon and recreating a scene worthy of Norman Rockwell...