Word: queenly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...state of hectic suspense and turmoil. However, appearances seem to indicate that it is not the voters who bear the brunt of the burden of electoral vicissitudes. For from an account of the recent proceeding at Bryn Mawr in The College News it would appear that every May Day queen pays a price for her crown in shoe leather if nothing else...
Italian correspondents, impressionable, reported that their blood "ran cold'' as they watched a notorious "Mafia Queen," Giuseppa Salvo, 62, receive her 25-year sentence "with a sinister look and a ferocious leer...
...Romans peered and cheered ecstatically. They cheered the Amir, peered at his consort and their daughters. So there were Afghan amazons, the kind of women who, when a soldier is wounded, "come out to cut up what remains." After a short peer, Romans delightedly readjusted their impressions. Her Majesty, Queen Badsha of Afghanistan, is a slender, lovely woman with ivory skin, bright dancing eyes, and a quick queenly smile. She wore, last week, a close, black Parisian fur coat, a chic cloche hat. She and her daughters had never before appeared unveiled in public. Brave, they not only laid aside...
...smashed in the doorway of the fourth chamber and its contents were in confusion, hinting that some ancient thieves had been at work. Be that as it may, Mr. Carter discovered much that would quicken the pulse of any archaeologist: a bed, probably belonging to King Tut's Queen, supported by strange elongated lions bristling with beaten gold; several large picnic baskets filled with perfectly preserved dates; an ostrich feather fan, chiseled alabaster vases, ushabiti (statuettes religiously reputed to perform menial tasks for the dead). King Tut, as everyone knows, was buried some time before...
...explain Hardy's position in English letters, it is necessary to push the story back to the middle of the 19th century, when Thackeray was writing his voluminously graceful fictions, when Gladstone was hobbling inelegantly through London, when Queen Victoria was swishing around her palace in long dresses. Hardy was then a small boy who took special pleasure in walking through Wessex fields, dawdling to talk with old men as they drove their cattle along the roads. The moors stretched out around the village of Upper Hampton where he lived; at night the wind blew a mist across them...