Word: pinks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Draped in the flowing garments of old India, with a pink muslim toga, which he called "The Robe of Light," looped up on his left shoul der and fastened there with a jeweled pin, an ancient Buddhist priest trod the deck of an ocean liner in New York Harbor. At his feet sa a throng of disciples, catching words of wisdom and blessednes as they fell. Crowding closer cam newspaper reporters, to whom tn ancient one declared that his name was Avagarika Hewarritaina Dharmapala, the central portion of which meant "wanderer," which was what he liked best to be called...
...winter season of entertaining opened at the White House last week with a dinner and musicale for the Vice President and Cabinet. Pink and white chrysanthemums nodded benignly on the assembled guests: Vice President and Mrs. Dawes, all the members of the Cabinet and their ladies (except Secretary of the Interior and Mrs. Work), Director of the Budget and Mrs. Lord, the Assistant Secretary of the Interior, Mr. and Mrs. Henry White, Mr. Richard Washburn Child, Mr. and Mrs. John Hays Hammond, President and Mrs. James R. Angell of Yale, Mr. Frank A. Munsey, Mr. and Mrs. Frank W. Stearns...
Harvard students whose professional literary efforts in the past have been rewarded by nothing but pink rejection slips will be able to learn the reason why this week from J. F. Lincoln '23, who has been sent to Cambridge by the editors of the Ladies' Home Journal to explain to prospective authors the requirements of modern fiction magazines...
...collegiate to sleep in lectures, crib in exams, copy themes, and get by. It's collegiate to prefer an Afro-American fox trot to a Beethoven sonata. Ah, by all means let's be collegiate. None of the herd will raise shocked hands and say begone miserable, radical, pink socialist...
...pink traveling man, who had shut his eyes for a last 20 winks before his mid-afternoon train pulled into Atlanta, sat up with a start. A great shout had awakened him?a shout billowing from thousands of male throats like a sultry banner, striped with the thinner, brighter cries that issue from the female larynx; a shout that had cast, as it unfurled, its majestic shadow upon the smoking-room. The traveling man stepped to the basin and began furiously to wash his face...