Word: sleeveless
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...picture's hero. "God put us in the bodies of animals and tried to make us act like people." Ty Ty himself is all too human. For 15 years, instead of plowing his fields, he has spent his working hours digging them full of enormous holes in a sleeveless search for legendary treasure. And every time he digs in "God's Little Acre," the plot whose yield he has allotted to his church, Ty Ty reluctantly but firmly gives the Lord a less desirable piece of ground. "God's a big man," Ty Ty reasons...
Last week, in the sleeveless flannels of a Cincinnati Redleg, Donald Albert Hoak, 29, was the man whom opposing National League pitchers wished most they could knock down. He was near the top of the National League with a .358 batting average, running the bases with happy belligerence, and defending third base with almost errorless skill. Cincinnati has seen nothing like him since Third Baseman Billy Werber drifted in from the American League in 1939 and fired the Reds to two pennants...
Dresses with accompanying jackets or coats fill the practicality-plus category. Their cool-cut, sleeveless bodices assure comfort when temperatures climb and the jackets are removed. These double-duty dresses meet the challenge of air-conditioning, which makes keeping warm indoors almost as great a problem as keeping cool outdoors...
...should be north or south . . . It is comparatively unimportant whether the head or the feet are at the north end of the bed, but it is very important that . . . the body should lie . . . south-north or north-south." On what to wear: "A very long, pure silkworm silk nightgown, sleeveless with a lace top, wide, and so long that it trails for about eight inches on the ground when one stands up . . . no horrid draughts anywhere." On twin beds: "An invention of the devil, jealous of married bliss...
...start the Salzburg Festival. As recording boss Paumgartner showed his capacity for speed as well as scholarship, as he shuttled between his Mozarteum office and the huge reception hall of the 18th 'century Klessheim Castle, where he finds the acoustics ideal for recording. There, wearing black corduroys and sleeveless sweater, he leads his performers through six hours of recording daily. His energy is matched only by his resourcefulness. At one point, dissatisfied with a soprano's rendition of one passage in Don Giovanni, he slapped the singer hard to get a properly furious scream...