Word: pinks
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...know what color death is. The skinny, slope-headed, 17-year-old Louisiana Negro saw and tasted death on May 3 as he sat and waited for it, strapped in Louisiana's portable electric chair. It tasted "like cold peanut butter," and took on "little blue and pink and green speckles, like shines in a rooster's tail" when the executioner whispered: "Goodbye, Willie...
Princess Elizabeth, as profiled by a friend recently turned journalist, looked more than ever like a pretty, highly eligible London girl of 20. She likes dancing, housework (especially washing-up), Errol Flynn, pink, the historical novels of Daphne du Maurier, medium-high heels, jazz (on a constantly playing bedroom radio), ginger beer (better than wine or liquor), hats. She is good at ballroom chatter; hasn't a car, but sometimes borrows father's; hands down dresses to sister Margaret Rose; takes it for granted that she will some day marry and have children. And she can cook...
Britain's hopes were pinned on her aging showman Henry Cotton, now 39. He rolled up to the Royal & Ancient clubhouse as haughty and pigeon-toed as ever, in a chauffeured Rolls-Royce, dressed in a salmon-pink sweater and blowsy grey trousers. As usual, he did not smile, ignored his opponents, spoke only to his plump, wealthy Argentine wife who followed him around as his official marker. He commanded the largest gallery, and treated the crowd to a three-under-par 70. Then he was whisked back to swank Rosack's Marine Hotel for a massage...
...wait to take him to the depot), and John Henry Lorimer's Mariage de Convenance (in which a weeping, heavily veiled bride collapses in her room, deaf to the happy chirps of two little bridesmaids who have come to fetch her down). They generally admired Romney's pink-cheeked Willett Children for seeming recently tubbed and scrubbed yet true-to-life...
...London, Serge Lifar had two strikes against him. He had had a bad wartime record-he put on shows for Wehrmacht officers during the occupation, and had been jailed as a collaborationist. Then, probably because he thinks of himself as the one man who can fill Nijinsky's pink tights, he had chosen to appear in the narcissistic Afternoon of a Faun, the ballet which combines almost everything that most non-balletomanes dislike about ballet...