Word: skirtful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Hothead. The Burmese streamed out of doors to pour pots of water over the ground and offer up prayers to Thi-gya-min. Early next morning, clad in bright blue, red or green skirt-like longyis and rubber bathing caps, they set out with more water for the pagodas, to wash the sacred images. Cold drinks, tea and Burman spaghetti were served at marquees at almost every street corner and gay music sounded everywhere. Pious oldsters listened to the discourse of holy men, and everywhere the Burmese splashed one another with a will...
...good Capote: "By now it was almost nightfall, a firefly hour, blue as milkglass; and birds like arrows swooped together and swept into the folds of trees. Before storms, leaves and flowers appear to burn with a private light, color, and Miss Bobbit, got up in a little white skirt like a powderpuff and with strips of gold-glittering tinsel ribboning her hair, seemed, set against the darkening all around, to contain this illuminated quality . . . She stood that way for a good long while, and Aunt El said it was right smart...
...stubby (5 ft. 8 in., 175 Ibs.) Louis Armstrong speaks of his role on Shrove Tuesday (March 1), his expressive eyes shine with excitement and amusement. Dressed in long, black-dyed underwear and grass skirt and wearing a green velvet cape and gilt cardboard crown, the King sets out on a riotous 20-mile, all-day parade. He winds through the streets of the Negro district, stopping at the shops of parade sponsors, holds court, sees that his loyal Zulu subjects are refreshed with beer and potato salad...
...first of the 2,778 illustrations in these volumes shows King Or-Nina with his family, neatly gotten up in the latest Sumerian style of 3,000 B.C., i.e., bare feet and chest, a rather hefty skirt made out of hanks of wool, and a basket fitted snugly on his head. One of the last illustrations shows President Lincoln receiving at the White House...
Outside the drab yellow walls of the Covent Garden Opera House last week, Londoners stamped their feet in the foot-numbing chill. Some had been waiting six hours for the gallery door to open. Backstage, Choreographer Frederick Ashton, in a skirt and a high wig, rushed around with last-minute instructions. The occasion was the first new full-length, classic-style ballet Western Europe had seen in 50 years...