Word: slim
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...October afternoons there is a dim smoke-blue haze lying mystically over the regions up the Charles. The Boston College tower rises almost old-world through the enchantment of diffused sunlight and even the Brighton abattoir deludes one into a vague resentment against its vociferous detractors. The passing of slim, long, smoothly-swinging eights, joyful with the leisurely power of an early season paddle but intensifies the easy rhythm of the scene, while an artistic contrast is afforded by the soft pad-padding of the occasional cross-country candidate. Through the trees the glimpses of the fields persuade one that...
Representing the Nominee's family, besides plumply placid Mrs. Smith, is the Nominee's eldest daughter, trim, slim Mrs. Emily Smith Warner. At El Reno, Okla., last week, she substituted for him when Governor Johnston and a welcoming party boarded the Smith Special at 8 a. m. "My father was up very late preparing for his speech tonight," she said. "I know you will excuse him. We thought it best not to wake him early...
...night that Nominee Smith denounced Whispering at Oklahoma City, Nominee Smith's slim, trig, glib little lieutenant, Mayor James John Walker of New York City, motored under the Hudson River to Newark, N. J. From the platform occupied four nights earlier by Nominee Hoover, came a speech in which Mayor Walker incorporated the following remarks...
...into Boston Harbor, an ugly coal boat, the Black Point, broke away from the two tugs that were warping her away from the pier. Plunging across the dark and angry waters, the Black Point rammed her broad bow into a schooner which was straining at her moorings like a slim black horse There occurred then in the darkness a scene as gruesome as a murder: the collier leaning her weight against the trembling sailboat rammed her against the army base pier which slices into the harbor like a knife. By the time the tugs pulled the heavy steamship away...
...slim, excited equerry climbed and scrambled to reach Old Paul von Hindenburg, who was hunting chamois, last week, high in the Bavarian Alps. Panting, the equerry snapped to a flushed salute before the President of Germany, and held out a telegram. "Urgent! Herr Reichs Präsident!" he gasped...