Word: skirtings
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...wink whenever the angle at which light hits it is changed. Suda placed the come-hither eye in a 12-in. doll made of black sheet plastic inflated with air. Besides its stubby, clinging arms, the dakkochan boasts ring-shaped ears, a red doughnut mouth and a plastic grass skirt. Girl dakkochans can be told from boy dakkochans by the fact that the girls have hair bows...
...foundation-garment makers have cut the number of styles by a third, yet have managed to bring out a new assortment suitable even for bikini wearers. In June bridal gowns, the train that so often required the help of small brothers has been replaced by a nononsense, efficiency ballerina skirt. Plugging a new trend, a fresh series of dresses will be labeled "junior petite," aimed at the teenager...
...pouting, full-lipped flavor that suggests an exercised, trim-figured Bardot. But Juliet Prowse is no BB. She's a high-caliber bullet. Last week, on camera for Hal Wallis' G.I. Blues, Juliet writhed and swiveled through a German nightclub jazz dance in a flesh-colored skirt sliced in panels from hem to hips. At a ringside table, a fat cat with slowly inflating eyes made an impassioned grab and caught the center panel, pulling her toward his lap. For his pangs, he was shot in the face with his own stein of beer. "Cut," called Director Norman...
They had their vanities: rarely does a headdress, the embroidery on a skirt, or the design of an arm band appear more than once. The small figures gather at carnivals, dance through the night. Even a venerable magistrate, his robes of office wrapped about him, cannot suppress his mirth. A housewife tilts back her head and breaks into a toothy grin. A girl smiles with obvious pleasure, perhaps because of a new and unusual spit curl. A boy swings wide his arms in innocent merriment, while another brings a tiny hand to his lips as if trying to hush...
...WARD, by Jacoba van Velde (120 pp.; Simon & Schuster; $3), a major literary success in Europe, is an uncommonly honest novel about the ordinary death of an ordinary old woman. In it, Dutch Author Jacoba van Velde manages to skirt the standard literary paths to death-cynicism, hysteria, indifference and bravado. Her setting is an old-women's nursing home, and in it the place to avoid is the big ward. To be moved there from the little ward, which beds only six, is a sure sign that the doctors have sighted the end; to be switched from...