Word: looks
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...have developed an incredible technique. With straw ropes they lash their human burdens on their backs. They cry, "Please close your eyes and don't be scared. We've done this many times before." Then they pick a nimble passage over the broken bridge, while their passengers look down in terror and vertigo at the swirling waters far below. Safe on the opposite shore, many break down in sobs...
...going to oblige. Said he to the messenger: "Hell no, I won't resign. He's going to have to fire me ... man to man." Then the Dodgers won seven of their next nine games, climbed to fifth place-and Rickey couldn't fire Durocher and look good doing...
...literalness of an Edward Hopper Civil War scene, to a tangled, crisscross abstraction by Mark Tobey. There were the sanitary surfaces of Georgia O'Keeffe, the fluid mists of John Marin, a pasteboard street scene by Stuart Davis. A few canvases with less familiar trademarks made gallery-goers look twice: Joe Jones's "Departure" from a grim and desolate wasteland; Henry Koerner's tired old couple, huddled in a cart, gazing numbly at the ruin about them; Theodore Lux Feininger's old-fashioned engines, squatting eerily on old-fashioned tracks, like ghosts in the night...
...addressed to the "hip harness and bosom bolster business," heralded a wartime camouflage cloth impregnated by a top secret process with "a per- manent odor of hibiscus, hydrangea, and old rubber boots." It concluded: "If you want to achieve that careless look and avoid skater's steam, kill two birds with one stone by getting a camouflaged callipygian* camisole." Such lusty ballyhoo - for Springs Mills' "Springmaid" fabrics - startled readers of the high-necked New York Times. It drew stares from some readers of TIME, FORTUNE, This Week and the Saturday Evening Post, which also ran the illustrated...
...like carrying walking sticks, or putting blue flowers in their hats, or chewing at the stems of roses while the blooms hung below their chins ... A dozen of them were lying on the steps of the Quisisana [Hotel] and as we walked past they lifted heavy-lidded eyes to look appreciatively at my wife. Two of them, mounted on plump donkeys, followed us down the street, and we heard one say to his companion, who burdened the air with lusty sighs, 'You in love again...