Word: oilcloth
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...elusive sampans. The riot of rain-fed foliage in the jungles and swamps provides better concealment for the Red guerrillas, while battle-weary government troops are compelled to slog through waist-deep mud. To both sides the monsoon brings misery: boots and web belts rot, weapons rust even under oilcloth, leeches drop from wet branches, and a thin green slime covers everything...
From Park Avenue to Pensacola, girls are wrapping themselves in the oilcloth look. The fashion house of Originala adopted it for a $200 trench coat, and fashion firms in the $30 to $75 range are now coming in strong on the vinyl boom...
...suffered severe internal injuries over the centuries. In 1836 a fire swept the cathedral and silenced the organ for a decade. Two world wars took an even heavier toll. The cathedral's stainedglass windows, removed to protect them from bombing raids, were replaced by sheets of oilcloth, which soon developed gaping holes, admitting not only rain and wind but also squadrons of pigeons that fancied the organ pipes as a roost. For years afterwards, repairmen were extracting pigeon skeletons from the pipes; some pipes have already caved in, while others are held together with string...
...What Underwear!" Communists even show a certain pride in genteel Chekhovian shabbiness. Restaurant tablecloths are almost always slightly soiled, but clean oilcloth is distinctly nekulturny. Hotel maids may forget to remove dead cockroaches, but they never fail to dust the chandelier and the grand piano. Only at the ballet does the Russian's old love of flashing hues and sumptuous textures seem to come into its own. Even women's underwear at lingerie counters is coarse and drab, prompting a visiting French Communist's classic comment: "What under wear! Yet what a birth rate...
...paper plates on a picnic table, making the point that Washington is a hell of a party town. Two men sprayed the place with Flit guns loaded with a foul-smelling mixture. The sex came a little later. A lively girl with dark doe eyes, dressed in a black oilcloth shift, set up an ironing board that had silver bells hanging from it and began to iron any number of medium-sized replicas of the Washington Monument. No one could miss the symbolism of that. The drama critic of the Washington Post splintered the stool he was perched...