Word: petals
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...scraped with a three-pronged scraper early in the morning, and the opium taken off with a knife before noon and wrapped in a poppy petal [see cut]. Stopping the opium trade is only half the problem. It is necessary to give these people other sources of income, as opium has been traditionally their source for trade goods. They get a low price for it, the profit going to unknown people further down the drug train...
Salemme's colors were almost always beautiful and bright, hence the subtlety of their effect: he pictured nightmares in the sunshine, petal-hued evils, well-scrubbed and enameled enigmas. His art gives vividly the same confusing message that he once put into words. "Life," Salemme wrote, "has infinite doors to beckon with, and each day reveals new doors, and men continue to pass through new doors, and we live in an age when men are no longer content with discovering new doors, but have begun to close them and erect them around themselves. But there is no escape from...
...they heard the piercing wails of ancient reed pipes and flutes. Priests in multicolored robes raised high their offerings-bean cake, teal ducks, brightly polished apples, flasks of rice wine. A special envoy of Emperor Hirohito bore a green, silk-covered chest emblazoned in gold with the Imperial 16-petal chrysanthemum seal. The celebration's chief speaker, Kashihara's Mayor Saburo Yoshikawa, 41, who has exchanged his Japanese Imperial General Staff major's uniform for white gloves and morning coat, was in excellent form. "It is only human nature to love one's country," he cried...
...more years his matchless leadership will be found in the No. 1 seat on the right-hand side of the aisle." In the No. i seat, the hero of the hour sat stoically staring ahead, grinned occasionally, until the last of 29 colleagues had hurled a rose petal...
...Velvet Swing [20th Century-Fox). One fine day when the century was young, and men of insight were wondering what the peekaboo waist might lead to. John Barrymore took a chorus girl named Evelyn Nesbit to supper. He ordered a glass of milk, and floating a rose petal on it. murmured seductively: "That is your mouth." Furthermore, he declared. "You are a quivering pink poppy in a golden, windswept space." John was a poor young cartoonist in those days, and all he could pay was compliments, but there were many wealthy wolves on the prowl at Evelyn's door...