Word: mouthes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Artist Chaliapin rarely overlooks details, in the April 8 cover he left out an item: an apple in the mouth...
...Washington staff in 1945. Winner of more than a dozen awards in White House News Photographers' Association contests, shiny-domed Cameraman Tames shares the President's respect for straight, unretouched pictures that tell a story. The deepening groove between the eyes, the tighter lines of the mouth in each succeeding picture picked by Ike reflect the aging, deeply earnest man whom Eisenhower sees in his own mirror...
...Contradict yourself, in order to live. You must remain broken up," wrote Lewis in 1917. His contempt for the sham he felt in Western Society led to, "Self. Self. One must rescue that sanity. Truth, duty--are insanity." And again, from the mouth of one of his characters, "Expect nothing out of my mouth, therefore, that has a pleasant sound. Look for nothing but descriptions out of a vision of a person who has given up hoping for Man, who is scrupulous and just, if only out of contempt for those who are so much the contrary...
...announced the results of a poll of its own members to determine "the perfect female face." Resulting composite: the "violet, limpid" eyes of Elizabeth Taylor; the forehead, "white, smooth and pure," of Kim Novak; the "cute, slightly turned-up" nose of Songstress Teresa Brewer; the "ripe, sultry and suggestive" mouth of Anita Ekberg; the "silky and soft" hair of Sophia Loren; the "firm, yet round and petite" chin of Natalie Wood; the "slender, yet strong" neck of Canada's Skater Barbara Ann Scott; the "sulky, passionate" eyebrows of Prima Donna Maria Callas; the "delicate and small" ears...
...describing the island's magic which "each day had a tranquillity, a timelessness, about it, so that you wished it would never end." It is Author Durrell's special gift to evoke that sense of timelessness through vivid still lifes of nature and the natives: "Across the mouth of the bay a sun-bleached boat would pass, rowed by a brown fisherman in tattered trousers, standing in the stern and twisting an oar in the water like a fish's tail. He would raise one hand in lazy salute, and across the still, blue water you could...