Word: slim
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Seaway supporters talked of seeking congressional reconsideration this session; their chances of success are slim. But there is evidence elsewhere that this might still be the seaway's year. In Albany, the New York Power Authority said that it would resume its efforts to get Washington's permission to develop the St. Lawrence's 2,200,000 h.p. hydroelectric potential jointly with Ontario. Canadian newspapers unanimously challenged Ottawa to carry out its repeated public notices to build the seaway alone if Congress failed to act this year. Cried the Toronto Globe and Mail: "Anything less would...
...Girl of 20. When the sack of San Pedro moved into the next operation, looting, it became plain that Tulio had an extraordinary co-commander: a dark, slim girl of about 20. The bandits called her Doña Edelmira; she wore men's clothes, carried two revolvers and a knife, seemed to be Tulio's girl. Edelmira directed the pillage. The bandits stacked the loot in the plaza, loaded it on stolen mules. Bandolero, Edelmira enforced a stern rule upon the men; she permitted no raping or kidnaping of the village women...
...tall young man, just a few weeks under 21, entered the chamber alone, walking stiffly and slowly. His large eyes were solemn behind horn-rimmed glasses. His mouth was set hard. His slim, square shoulders seemed a bit too slight for the heavy bullion of the lieutenant general's epaulets they bore. At the first step of the red-carpeted dais before the throne, he stopped, turned, and bowed right & left. A hush hung over the chamber ; the young man's black shoes glistened in the subdued light. He raised his right hand with two long, slim fingers...
Appearance: Tall (6 ft. 1 in.), slim, round-shouldered, sad-faced, like a slightly healthier Harry Hopkins...
...book-lined study of a red brick New Haven mansion one day last week, a slim, sandy-haired man with a very bad cold sat glowering at a typewriter. Every so often, after a spate of typing, he would spring from his chair, reach for a Kleenex, pace about the room, then stop to consult one of the dozen books he had piled higgledy-piggledy upon his desk. For President A. (for Alfred) Whitney Griswold of Yale University, the task of writing a baccalaureate address was nothing short of agonizing...