Word: nosing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Lucia Marian Foster-Welch, keen-eyed, hawk-nosed 1237th Lord Mayor of Southampton, England, Admiral in the English Navy (ex-officio title conferred by King Henry IV), arrived on the Leviathan, which flew her Admiral's flag. The Mayor, who is the first woman to hold the position, wore the scarlet mink-trimmed robe of her office, a tricornered black beaver hat, an official 16th-Century gold chain. She was accompanied by her daughter, honorary Mayoress, and was suffering from a swollen nose, the result of a slip on the ship's deck. After a one-week tour...
...Italian Consul Marquis di Muro was shot in the nose at the Nice consulate...
...could thumb his nose at Marcus Daly. Perhaps in triumph, he went to Manhattan and built himself a house, in the tradition of Butte ugliness. It cost $7,000,000. It held: 130 rooms, 21 bathrooms, a furnace burning 17 tons of coal daily, 5 organs, 1 Turkish bath, a hideous tower, dining rooms on all floors, 4 picture galleries including the best and worst art of all periods. Within this pretentious tomb, Miner Clark lived quietly with his wife and children. He became a familiar figure in Manhattan, strutting down Fifth Avenue, his white hair waving wildly...
Europa had a bottle of champagne smashed over her sharp nose, last week at Hamburg, after the U. S. Ambassador to Germany, Jacob Gould Schurman, had delivered the launching oration in fluent German...
...Under the middle chandelier stands a stocky, pale gentleman in faultless evening attire. His bald head is a palish gray; his prominent eyeballs, framed in reddish half-closed lids, have a lustreless prismatic glint; a shapeless little poodle nose surmounts a self-indulgent mouth which prepares us for his ample waistline and the folds of flesh above his stiff collar. He stands alone because the cercle round him has formed at a respectful distance. Now ... [a sycophant] advances with a deep obeisance, shakes the great man's hand . . . and then withdraws backward, wriggling his rump with fawning rapture. . . . Vivat...