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Word: pillowing (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...igoos went looking for Beauty in alleys and gutters, U.S. artists have prided themselves on smoking the lady out of the most unexpected hiding places. Last week in a Manhattan gallery, Painter James Fosburgh smoked her out again. He had discovered her in a dirty clothes hamper, a rumpled pillow, a tavern jukebox. "Anything can be beautiful if you bother to see its beauty," says Fosburgh. "Even a hamper can be a vision of the world." He makes a handsome still life from a pair of discarded work gloves or a coffee cup, a romantic landscape from the bleak hangars...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: No Hiding Place | 4/28/1952 | See Source »

...Banes. Quitting Banes' Quaker School at twelve, he worked as a tailor's apprentice, bartender, barber, banana picker, cane cutter and railroad hand. At 20 he joined the Army. To other soldiers, he was virtually a literary type: there was always a book or magazine under the pillow of his bunk. When he got the chance, he studied shorthand and became a sergeant-stenographer, handling secret papers, working with high officers, traveling around...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CUBA: Dictator with the People | 4/21/1952 | See Source »

...Playwright Truman (The Grass Harp) Capote recalled a touching secondhand memory of Greta Garbo: "I stopped by the apartment of a friend who previously that afternoon had entertained Garbo at tea. As I entered the room and started to sit down in an especially comfortable-looking chair piled with pillows, my friend, a very sane fellow, suddenly asked would I mind not using that particular chair. 'You see,' he said solemnly, 'she sat there: the dent in the little red pillow, that's where her hand rested-I should like to keep it a while longer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: Inside Sources | 4/14/1952 | See Source »

...shaft of sunlight caught Vag full on the face as he spun to avoid the last tackler, and there he was, flat on his back in bed clutching the tight-packed pillow...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 10/27/1951 | See Source »

...great to be alive, thought Vag, reluctantly loosening his grip on the pillow. Especially, he thought as he sprung out of bed, especially on Saturday morning. What ho for football, he thought. What ho for the American Way of Life. What ho. Some day he would take his firstborn, Young Vag, to the Stadium and show him the great beating heart of America...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 10/27/1951 | See Source »

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