Word: pinks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Ethiopian women on that bloody March 1, 1896, was the Empress Taitou, fourth wife of Menelik II. A more polite version of her predecessor's part in the battle of Adowa was given last fortnight by plump Empress Menen, only wife of Power-of-Trinity, as she nibbled pink iced cake and drank jasmine tea at Addis Ababa...
...bags rushed from Egypt to be piled around and above the British Legation in the Ethiopian capital Addis Ababa in case the Cheap Comedian should send bombing planes to blow Emperor Power of Trinity out of his palace. Punctually at 11:55 a. m. one day last week a pink silk veil covering the Emperor's box in Parliament was drawn aside and the shrewd, sharp-faced potentate addressed his people. He spoke in native dialect. Il Duce said afterward that his actual words as cabled from Addis Ababa by the Italian Minister were far stronger than the flowery...
...What Star Twinkles?" Thus posing as dramatically as possible as the underdog (which indeed he is), Ethiopia's smart Emperor stood for a long moment to receive his people's cheers, then disappeared behind his pink veil. Meanwhile in the U. S. the Negro Afro news service reported that blacks were swarming to enlist to fight for Ethiopia: "Chicago leads with 8,000 enrolled; Detroit comes second with 5,000; Kansas City, 2,000; and Philadelphia 1,500." This news was datelined from Manhattan and Afro's correspondent added with some scorn that Harlem had supplied only...
...Scheherazade he was a lithe Favorite. Slave. In Les Sylphides he was the sole male dancer, pirouetting classically in white tights and black blouse. In Dukas' The Sorcerer's Apprentice he was an exuberant Broom, bounding about until he ripped his tights open. And, decked with pink blooms in Le Spectre de la Rose, the role which Nijinsky made his own, Haakon managed to be swift and sure" in the soaring leaps...
Thomas Ripley's new account of Hardin's gory career is a turbulent, romantic book in which guns roar on almost every page, remorseless pistolmen pink each other with grave aplomb, and hair-trigger gunplay is described in purple passages that smoke and crackle. Although he debunks some Western myths, Author Ripley is more interested in relating good, tall, cow-country tales...