Word: shawl
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...emphasize this appeal, posters in streetcars, on the pillars of subway stations, the billboards of vacant lots, present the picture of a woman in a shawl. Her chin is pressed to the pivot of her wrist; her eyes are smeared with black. She might be any age, this sad, sharpened Jewess; the thing that has pointed her bones and thinned her flesh is not age but weariness; she is the incarnation of the most desolate of physical woes, fatigue. "Are You Tired of Giving?" asks the caption. "You Don't Know What It Is to Be Tired...
...Story. Victor Campion was born at The Maples on his father's birthday. His advent was hastened by a spring gust off the Delaware that blew a little white shawl from Mamma's neck into the face of Papa's skittish new filly. Papa was pitched on his head in the drive, never to see his heir. Mamma crumpled on the steps...
...Spanish shawl, she sang an unaccomplished Spanish love. With eyes, mouth, chin, fingers, feet, she told the story of her song. Then a last tender note half-unsung, she stopped, plucked a flower from her dress, swung across the footlights made as if to throw it to some paunchy fellow, and did not. So everybody laughed after their tears, and Raquel flitted backstage under cover of thunderous applause...
...Little's Point. The Marine Guard was drawn up to receive the President. At the entrance of Red Gables, home of Frank W. Stearns, the selectmen of Swampscott greeted the party. Mrs. Stearns, who recently suffered a breakdown on her return from a trip abroad, appeared waving a white shawl to Mrs. Coolidge. Then all went in to breakfast. Afterwards Mr. and Mrs. Coolidge crossed into the grounds of their summer residence next door, by way of the formal garden...
...Oakley's plodding father and slaving mother; or their lives straggled, grew weedy -like Dr. Graylock with his whiskey, yellow wench and brood of pickaninnies at dilapidated Five Oaks. Walking early and late to work at the store in Pedlar's Mill, Dorinda wore a flame-colored shawl, bright symbol of protest. Her bee-stung mouth was another protest. Jason Graylock, rufous, crisp but unfound, came home from medical study to take care of his father. He thought he discovered his grip in Dorinda. For her, his charm, and love itself, were life's incredible increment. Wilting...