Word: pillbox
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...DIED. OLEG CASSINI, 92, Paris-born designer who convinced Jacqueline Kennedy she should have one chief couturier, then went on to create the elegant dresses and pillbox hats that made her the most stylish, most copied First Lady in U.S. history; on Long Island, New York. After dressing Marilyn Monroe and onetime fianc? Grace Kelly in Hollywood, the pioneer "celebrity designer" set up shop in New York City in the 1950s, launching still-popular trends such as A-line dresses before taking the White House position in 1961. His motto: "Be mobile at all times...
DIED. OLEG CASSINI, 92, Paris-born designer who convinced Jacqueline Kennedy she should have one chief couturier, then went on to create the elegant dresses and pillbox hats that made her the most stylish, most copied First Lady in U.S. history; on Long Island, N.Y. After dressing Marilyn Monroe and onetime fiancé Grace Kelly in Hollywood, the pioneer "celebrity designer" set up shop in New York City in the '50s and launched still popular trends such as A-line dresses and men's colored shirts before taking the White House position in 1961. His motto: "Be mobile at all times...
...headgear. It had a tendency to fall off when the wearer chased a fleeing criminal, and it did not keep the rain off the neck. Still, an era ended earlier this month when the kepi began disappearing from the heads of police in Paris and elsewhere. The round, pillbox cap is being replaced by a flat-topped, short-beaked hat of the style worn by U.S. police...
Shells were continually landing all about me in a definite pattern, and when I raised my head up to curse the Germans in the pillbox on our right flank who were continually shooting up the sand in front of me, one of the fragments from an 88-mm shell hit me in my left cheek. It felt like being hit with a baseball bat, only the results were much worse. My upper jaw was shattered; the left cheek was blown open. My upper lip was cut in half. I washed my face out in the cold, dirty Channel water...
...reach a 15-ft. seawall, which appeared to be 200 yds. in front of me. Finally, I came to dry sand, and there was only another 100 yds. or maybe less to go, and I started across the sand, crawling very fast. The Germans in the pillbox on the right flank were shooting up the sand all about me. I expected a bullet to rip through me at any moment. I reached the stone wall without further injury. I was now safe from the flat-trajectory weapons of the enemy. All I had to fear now were enemy mines...