Word: stooled
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...been beyond Aalto's means. But no one ever paid the material more respect than Aalto. He built up plywood layers one by one, twisted and glued them meticulously, experimented. He coaxed plywood first into a simple L-leg (1932) to make his wonderful three-legged stacking stool, then split the L into a right-angled Y for table legs (1946), then sliced and bundled his Ys together into fan legs (1954) that look fluid, practically erotic...
...accent would never be comfortable with such guttural nativisms. But Otumfuo Opoku Ware II, 65, the King of Ghana's Asante people, still got along fine with New York City Mayor Edward Koch, 59. To kick off his first visit to the U.S. since ascending to the "golden stool" of the Asante in 1970, the King last week donned tribal regalia and, with 'Koch happily tagging along, led a ceremonial procession up the steps of the American Museum of Natural History to celebrate the opening of "Asante Kingdom of Gold," an exhibit of some 800 gold shields, swords...
...True, that's so true," murmurs Bob from the next bar stool. Chariots of Fire follows Stars Fell on Alabama. Bob tells a regional joke: "It is not true that possums are born dead by the side of the road." He insists that Terry fill out an application to the clan on a cocktail napkin. A Northern visitor is worried that he means the Klan. But no, this invitation is to join the Clan Maxwell Society. "We meet four times a year, wear kilts, promote Scottish culture." Another clan member, Kenn, a fourth-generation American with a Pavarotti girth...
...wall-to-wall carpeting that matches the sedate scene inside. Cubicles line the walls, at one point breaking the room's otherwise roaring with glee. Buckner's locker is situated at the center of the room and as he pranced about, I noticed a pile of stills on his stool. He has an uncanny resemblance to photographs of Deep Throat's Harry Reems Buckner would autograph them when he found the time...
...stopper in a bucket, but it was too late." Chester Hickle wandered back in, recalling a violent time, years ago, when a "man as innocent as you or me was over there in the cafe eating a bowl of soup or chili and they just shot him off the stool...