Word: plush
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Centre of the enormous invisible web was a table in the Hamilton living room, set with microphones, wires and a glass of water. Hugo Black sat before it on a straight-backed, plush-seated dining room chair. The other guests of the Hamiltons, seated in the dining room across the hall, enjoyed a familiar view of the great man in his hour of trial. During it, there were three unprescribed noises not all of which were fully audible to the nation. Once little, Julie Hamilton, 5, came to the head of the stairs in her nightie and called "Daddy." Again...
...before the American Revolution. Coleridge, Lamb and Wordsworth were among its writers. Imperialist and conservative, it snorted bitterly against any change even in its own party. Alongside this crusty diehard, the New York Herald Tribune might easily be mistaken for the Communist Daily Worker. Sad was the day in plush British drawing rooms when the Morning Post began to limp. After the Depression it reduced its price from twopence to the vulgar level of the penny press in an attempt to restore circulation. This year it was down to 116,000 and everybody in Fleet Street knew...
...windows on each side and a crescent one in the rear (see cut, p. 59). The top was designed, at the touch of a button, to swing back and down revealing the throne-sitter-presumably Father Divine. The interior was to be lined with leather, the ceiling, of white plush with gold stars. On the radiator would be Father Divine's symbol, a dove. Aware that Hunt designed the throne car and probably planned to pay for it. G-men stood guard over it last week on the chance that he might show...
...yesterday a pair of the shortlegged, long-bodied specie of dogs was found about Winthrop House from which they were taken to Apted's office, where they spent the day reclining on his red plush window seat. They will be returned when the owners come for them, soon, Mr. Apted hopes...
What this formless interlude in French upper-middle-class family life has got is a characteristic, plush-lined Gilbert Miller production and a fine cast of actors. Chief among them is Sir Cedric Hardwicke, never before seen on a U. S. stage. An exponent of the feather-touch, as the timid, pale grey little Parisian father, his gentle intonations and delicate gestures seem to indicate that he is afraid that grosser activity might jar him loose from the stage and send him floating up in the flies. In direct contrast to Sir Cedric's placidity is Irene Browne...