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...International Ladies Garment Workers Union and the Industrial Council of Cloak, Suit & Skirt Manufacturers Inc. signed a 36-clause agreement which binds the employes to give full work for their pay and the employers to have no business relation with non-union shops...
...conducted in any convenient place-at a well or "on the bank of a stream where the carabao dream" and so far as adult females are concerned there is no undue exposure of the person. When the bather arrives at the place of the bath she loosens her saya (skirt) which is tied round her waist and lifts it to cover her bosom. She then removes her floppy camisa (waist) and camison (chemise) if she wears the latter garment, kicks aside her chinelas (slippers) and goes...
...tournaments, won the doubles with Mrs. Marion Zinderstein Jessup, and gave Molla Mailory a run for the singles. The sports writers boosted her and she acquired a "public." You could not help liking the steady eyes under the crisp sun-visor,* the strong, immature body in the short white skirt and pull-on blouse. That winter she grew four inches. When she began her eastern season at Seabright in 1923 TIME, reporting possibilities for the national title, said "She looms...
...correspondents sent to cover the Wimbledon tournament for the U. S. press have never failed to mention the women who were competing there. After a two-column story about some match in the men's singles, there would be a sentence or two mentioning a "taut white skirt" and, perhaps, tucked under one of Tilden's feet. a picture of Kitty McKane, British champion in 1924. Miss McKane is now, resolutely, Mrs. Godfree, and this year her picture was at the top of every spread. Over the shadows of Helen Wills (scratched), of Suzanne Lenglen (retired), of Molla...
...male child, 18 months old-had screwed the face of his sister, 3, into a last grimace. The woman, one Mrs. M. D. Tilman of Chicago, had finished the bottle herself. She lay dead, face down on a soiled rug, while the breath of a spring evening ruffled her skirt and played with the fringe of the curtain. Clutched in her hand was a copy of Ibsen's A Doll's House...