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...reassure nervous pants-prospects, Vogue printed "A Primer on Pants," specifying: When to Wear Slacks (in the country, war service duty, other hard work); How to Buy Them (snug-fitting or closely woven fabrics to hold shape; with fly front to camouflage breadth through middle); How to Wear Them (with simple jewelry, low-heeled shoes, and unself-consciously); then destructively summed up: "Slacks look wonderfully well when they're right, incredibly bad when they're wrong. . . . A skirt is never wrong...
...Club. In 14 months 250,000 ratings, in from the North Atlantic, have found warmth, comradeship, books to read, cheap beer. Mrs. C. Stuart McEuen, club president, and other lady volunteer workers have proudly exhibited plaques presented by ships of the British and Canadian Navies in appreciation of her snug harbor. But across the street is the Fort Massey United Church, and last week the church made trouble. The Ajax Club found that it could not renew its license to sell beer...
Shanghai is two cities: one a sprawling, sinful Oriental beehive of nearly 3,500,000 Chinese, the other the 60,000 foreigners living along the Whangpoo in the snug, smug plutocracy of the International Settlement and the more raffish French Concession. Since the Japanese took over the Chinese city in 1937, the Settlement has been an island in a sea of intrigue and guerrilla warfare. Round it have prowled gunmen, tough, graft-hungry Japanese soldiers, the gangster bravos and police of the puppet Nanking Government...
Eager for details of the campaign and travels of her brother, Wendell, chic, blue-eyed Mrs. Paul Pihl (nee Willkie), whose husband has been Assistant U. S. Naval Attache in Berlin the last three years, arrived from Lisbon with Freckles, her red cocker, still snug under her arm, had her picture taken with Mrs. Wendell Willkie, who went to greet her at Jersey City...
...night was warm for November, still and starless; on a flagpole above the portico the blue Presidential flag, with its shield, eagle and white stars, flapped listlessly. Hyde Park House was dark, the big green shutters swung snug to the front windows-from outside, not a crack of light showed from the library. Inside and out, the atmosphere was solemn, expectant, tense...