Word: skirting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...this artistic upper crust, there is a varied commercial stew. Among the most popular types: 1) The Parisienne, a snub-nosed, black-eyed girl in a flowery hat. derived from Renoir, but produced with the most success by a commercial artist named Huldah; 2) The Dancer, in a ballet skirt and a misty setting, inspired by Degas and churned out commercially by one Fried Pal, among others; 3) The Paris Street, in cool colors with sharp edges, originated by Utrillo, but perpetuated by a more sober and less talented host of hacks; 4) the dashing watercolor of a horse race...
...party-liner dares wander from that particular line, even for an instant. In printing a list of "lavatory literature," i.e., pocket-size picture magazines published by the "capitalist press," Critic Platt made the mistake of including Jet, the breezy Negro weekly (TIME, Sept. 22, 1952) that can lift a skirt with the best of them (e.g., People Today, Bold, Tempo). Platt was promptly brought to task by a letter from a couple of Worker readers accusing him of a "sectarian, white-chauvanist error...
Lieut. Dwight Eisenhower, 19th Infantry, U.S.A., and Miss Mamie Doud were married in Denver on a July afternoon in 1916. It was the time of the hobble skirt, the Pianola and the maxixe, the year that Woodrow Wilson won his second term as President by the margin of 3,806 California votes. It was a time of gathering tension, and because of trouble on the Mexican border, the Eisenhower-Doud wedding was held four months earlier than had been planned. The bridegroom, just promoted to first lieutenant, didn't have time to get new silver bars for his uniform...
...leave for Dienbienphu. I am sure God will protect me, and the poor soldiers who are waiting to be evacuated surely deserve that every effort should be made to get them out." At 3 a.m. next morning she landed at the besieged fort, still wearing her blue uniform skirt, a lock of hair flopping loosely across her forehead...
Then he said, "I'm lonesome." Describing what happened later, Mrs. Krone said: "He put his left arm around my shoulder and with his right hand he started pulling up my skirt." Was there any more con versation? "No sir," she told the Bakersfield coroner, "It was all action." As her muscular assailant reached for her, Mrs. Krone stepped on the throttle, brought her left forearm down on the steering wheel horn ring, and pushed at him with her right hand. He grabbed the wheel and ran the car off the road. She opened the door, jumped...