Word: quainted
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Lashed to a creamy froth, the skies tumbled a blanket of white on the Eastern Seaboard the day after Christmas. At first it was mistaken for leftover egg-nog, but it was not long before the awful truth dawned upon the quaint villagers of New York and Boston. It was snow. The mold had finally been broken. The awful implications were soon abroad, and within a day the sign of the flying red horse had changed to an off-white. But the effects were even broader; James B. Conant switched to Calvert because he liked its flaky texture; there...
...Sausage?. In Moscow slogans fluttered everywhere. Cloth that might have shielded shabby workers from the biting winter was daubed with likenesses of Marx, Lenin, Stalin and minor Soviet gods, and hung on buildings. Materials and labor skills which could have made houses everyone needed were used to construct gay, quaint booths for tea street fairs, where felt-booted citizens who tired of street dancing in the light November slush could buy (at fantastic prices) champagne, vodka, soda pop, bread and sausage. Truck-borne roving players mimed and capered on eleven bunting-draped stages in public squares. Fifty-three bands washed...
...Britain. And what a loss it is! Never again to see that enchanted or at any rate transmogrified land, wrapped almost all the year round in a dense fog-that will indeed be a deprivation. It was a land which we had all learned to love . . . it had a quaint, dreamlike charm all of its own. Its House of Commons (in which Sir Aubrey Smith almost always sat, often as a duke), though generally rather smaller than our own, was infinitely more animated as well as being better lit. . . . Its policemen, barely discernible as they patrolled the fog-bound streets...
...somewhere in the football leagues A little trophy stands, Surrounded by a cheering throng And gaily-playing bands. But up at quaint old Cambridge Town The flag is at half-mast, For there is no gun at Harvard; Our cannon's back at last...
...have such a combination of stuffiness and conventionality. Ravenal is a stereotype of an age that took its stereotypes seriously. Consequently, although the narrative itself lacks vitality, the period it characterizes seeps through, and the dances, costumes, sets, and direction go along with the music to crystallize its quaint elegance...