Word: slenderer
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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During the campaign, O'Dwyer and slender, pretty Sloan Simpson, thirtyish ex-model, had willingly and smilingly posed for photographers wherever they went. To a reporter who asked if a wedding was in the offing, O'Dwyer had coyly replied: "I'll discuss that after election." Then, leaning back in his chair, he had whistled Some Enchanted Evening...
...last romantic bars of Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty. As the footlights went up and the curtain parted again, a roar of applause rose to the Met's gilded ceiling. Time after time, panting dancers took their bows, then skipped gracefully out of view. When at last a slender and dark-haired little ballerina appeared alone, the audience rose to its feet and cheered...
...artists named Maurer had shows in Manhattan. One was a 99-year-old curiosity, spruce and sprightly Louis Maurer, the last living Currier & Ives illustrator, whose traditional sporting prints and genre scenes had sold like hotcakes in the mid-19th Century. The other was slender, sad-eyed Alfred, his 62-year-old bachelor son, who painted hard-to-sell pictures of elongated, wistful shop girls and abstractions of heads and still lifes that were anything but traditional. Papa Maurer's show was a huge success to which son Alfy's was little more than a half-noticed footnote...
...Toronto, Ont. last week, slender, jug-eared L. S. Buckmaster returned from four months in limbo to win re-election as president of the C.I.O.'s United Rubber Workers of America. Fired from the presidency after a Pottstown, Pa. local president charged him with trying to disrupt the local and fomenting a riot at one of its meetings, Conservative Buckmaster cleared himself in a seven-hour debate at the union's annual convention, then beat his perennial rival, George Bass, for another term...
...stood an exquisite blonde in a regal white dress (by Hattie Carnegie). She rustled her billowing petticoats and smiled a smile of quiet rapture. Above her decolletage, as bare as a lie and as bold as fashion, sparkled a small cascade of diamonds-or what looked like diamonds. Her slender, black-gloved hand gripped a black cigarette holder from which, now & again, she flicked a trace of ash with gracious disdain. A man's voice cooed...