Word: matronly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Skin eruptions on the hands are responsible for much misery, and for a big share of a dermatologist's practice nowadays. In the A.M.A.'s Archives of Dermatology and Syphilology, two doctors identify the typical patient: "A young matron, who must keep house, cook, wash dishes, do the laundry, raise her children, and hold her husband [and] whose occupation is inherently one of the most hazardous with which the dermatologist commonly has to deal...
Down the Line. The spearhead of next week's invasion will be the lady. Amiable and easygoing, King Paul is as strapping (6 ft. 3 in.) a monarch as any society matron could wish for. Frederika, his 5-ft. 3-in. Queen, whose trim figure and impudent face are topped by an unruly mop of chestnut curls, was once described (to her face) by a U.S. Congressman in his cups as "the cutest little Queenie I ever...
...were transplanting New England to the Northwest. But though many a New Englander followed them, Portland persisted in developing a tone of its own. In 1851, for instance, the stumps in downtown streets were whitewashed to keep late (and often unsteady) pedestrians from tripping over them. An early Portland matron startled the populace with a carriage robe made of the breast feathers of 144 canvasback ducks. And Portland's pioneer St. Charles Hotel boasted a lock on every door and a hand-knitted wrapper on every chamber...
...show opens in a stiff-backed summer camp at Brunswick, Me. (in the original, the scene was Thebes), where a young matron named Eurydice Orpheus is shamelessly cuckolding her husband, a struggling violinist. Her lover: one John Stick, a dull poet. Enter Pluto, in the guise of a soft-drink peddler, who offers the lovers a permanent visit to Hades. Sample of his spiel...
...feet, too, and her hair had been cropped close on top for the electrode's contact. The rabbi intoned the 15th Psalm: "Lord, who shall abide in thy tabernacle?" Just before the chair, the prisoner shook hands, then impulsively brushed a kiss on the cheek of a matron accompanying her. She sat down with taut composure, wincing only slightly as the electrode was applied to her head. The mask fell. Three shocks coursed her body. The doctors still heard a faint heartbeat. They stood back, and Ethel Rosenberg was given two more shocks. Then she was pronounced dead...