Word: sprig
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Supervising the curtsies is Janet Tell Locke, a tiny, trim old lady with a sprig of holly pinned to her shoulder. Most of the girls know her because she taught them ballroom dancing, and taught their parents before them. She still holds her cotillions, and one of the girls asks her how the classes are going. "Just fine," she replies. "We're teaching the hustle now." Miss Locke has learned the secret of survival...
...Boston Ballet offered its own tribute to Romanticism in the authentic perfection of slight gestures: the demurely downcast eyes, the drooping curve of the arms, a dancer's hand to her cheek like a sprig of flowers. The four soloists on opening night (Thursday) were a study in the company's uneven strength. David Brown floundered, as though classical technique were a suit of clothes three sizes too big, while Anamarie Sarazin wandered dutifully through a colorless waltz. But dainty Stephanie Moy, who has improved noticeably over the past couple of years, darted about deft as a hummingbird. And Elaine...
...swifts dive and soar in the evening light. They tilt back and forth in their Brumby rockers and quaff homemade-in-the-White-House lemonade by the quart (Maître d' John Ficklin's brew of fresh-squeezed lemons, a touch of sugar and a sprig of mint, served in tall glasses...
...second husband, is an appealingly stingless jellyfish. Despite her slightly mannered delivery of certain lines, Geraldine Page is a co quettish flirt while remaining a sexual feline with unretracted claws. Rip Torn has an affinity for Strindberg; he drinks up his part as if it were hemlock with a sprig of mint. A frequently underestimated actor, Torn exudes a combustible sense of imminent danger that makes him one of the most powerful presences on the U.S. stage...
...waited on deck," reports Carruthers, the narrator, a clever, foppish young Foreign Office sprig who has just joined Davies, a sea-struck Oxford classmate, on his cruising boat, "and watched the death-throes of the suffocating sands under the relentless onset of the sea ... The Dulcibella, hitherto contemptuously inert, began to wake and tremble under the buffetings she received ... Soon her warp tightened and her nose swung slowly round; only her stern bumped now, and that with decreasing force. Suddenly she was free and drifting broadside to the wind till the anchor checked her and she brought up to leeward...