Word: skins
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...submitting written questions. It was the end of a custom six years old. To take its place, President Coolidge instituted a voluntary announcement system. The effect was dull. After gazing mutely at the slim, deliberate fingers on the neat Executive desk; at the immobile Executive countenance, over which the skin is so much more loose and translucent than shows in photographs, the newsgatherers shuffled out with nothing more significant to report than that the President would sail to Alexandria, Va. (18 miles from Washington), in the Mayflower on Washington's Birthday, for ceremonies...
Imagine an enormous male doll, bigger than most policemen. Its ruddy skin has a waxen glow. There is a wiglike perfection to its yellow tonsure. Its puffy hands make pawing gestures. Upon its gentle mouth is an infantine wetness. The staring eyes are china-blue and someone has dressed up this prodigious toy in a swaying, broadtailed coat, canary waistcoat, blue velvet tie, patent leather shoes. Its breath is stertorous, mechanical; its tread is elephantine; its vocal chords match its tread?for this doll can talk?and bawl? and bellow. It looks and talks like one of the footmen from...
...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 their veils but rose to the occasion with knee-length skirts. "Viva...
...Love Mart. Incredibly enough, the villain of this picture suspects the heroine, whose skin is as white as her well-bleached character, of being an octoroon. The only reasonable basis for such a suspicion is found in the fact that she lives in New Orleans in the days when slave traders brought their boats to harbor and when a young sprig of the aristocracy could still win a barbershop in a duel. Flourishing his razors with vigor and precision, this young sprig is able to compel the ogrish slave trader to remove the stogie from his thick lips...
...paragon, curdled in her mind to a meagre and ineffective savagery. First she hired many cooks. Then, finding no diversion in the products of their art, she signed away all the lands she had loved, forgot her income, relinquished her estates, retreated, sick and deserted, to sun her blistered skin in a squalid cottage on a fisherman's island...