Word: shirt
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Next forenoon when the Potomac steamed into Nassau Harbor escorted by the destroyers Monaghan and Dale, Franklin Roosevelt had doffed his seagoing shorts and sweat shirt, had decorously attired himself in slacks and a gabardine sport coat to receive his guests. When press and secretaries soared in aboard a Pan-American plane, they found Franklin Roosevelt on the quarter-deck of the Potomac entertaining his guests, the Governor General and Lady Clifford (nee Gundry of Cleveland); Sir George Johnson, President of the Bahamian Legislative Council; U. S. Consul Frank A. Henry & Wife...
...That May morning a real estate agent and her client dropped in at the Lamson bungalow on the Stanford University campus in Palo Alto. They found Lamson stripped to the waist. He had been burning rubbish in the backyard. Telling his callers to wait until he got a shirt on, Lamson vanished into the house. A few minutes later he opened the front door, cried: "My God, my wife has been murdered." Rushing in, the agent and client found the nude, dead body of Allene Thorpe Lam son sprawled over the rim of a blood-splattered bathtub. The back...
...instructor, for a curious canvas entitled The Pale Rider. Apparently having listened to much talk about surrealism, Artist Dickinson did a picture of a morose young woman in a red dress seated on a falling, pedestal by a table loaded with books. A Negro in a grey flannel shirt is pulling a heavy tarpaulin over the whole composition while three white roses fall from the sky. The Pale Rider is disappearing into the sunset. Since the whole is painted with the stodgy technique of a bank president's portrait, the effect is as surprising as would be the sight...
...operates his own plane when he needs to tour the country, "Klondike Bob" Crawford gave a Manhattan recital last week, appeared for the first part of his program in a piped vest and cutaway, changed during intermission to bright blue breeches, shiny riding boots and an opened-neck shirt with wings on the pocket. In his first regalia he was an earnest formal concert artist, exhibiting his smooth ingratiating voice at its best in a long sustained aria from Handel's Judas Maccabaeus. Worthy also of the imposing Crawford sideburns was Bach's My Peace I Give Unto...
...volume of his autobiographical novel, his hero's complete candor in showing himself at times a stubborn fool, a dreary bore, a nearly crazy introspect, will end by impressing them with his struggle for honesty. In the earlier books his wrestling to be free from his Nessus' shirt was more painful to watch than not. Now that he has got it mostly off, the scarified body shows sturdy if not beautiful...