Word: tans
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...asked, "How are the Pittsburgh Pirates doing?" What made the question a little surprising was that this Pirate fan -six feet tall, handsome and ebony black -wore a long white velvet gown which, when it flapped, revealed a startling blue-and-white-checked undergarment and a pair of tan brogues. He is the leader of millions of his fellow Nigerians who want independence from Britain. Some call him the Negro Gandhi, the jungle George Washington. His name is Nnamdi Azikiwe (rhymes with click away); he is the acacia thorn in the British lion's paw, the Bertie McCormick...
...fake foliage and a reputation as a speakeasy. But Harvard and Princeton boys soon found the way there and crowded around the bandstand on weekends. They muttered sagely to each other "terrific mood, terrific content" as the Duke played such originals as The Mooche, Mood Indigo and Black and Tan Fantasy. The New Orleans jazz boys were then spreading a simple, primitive and powerful music; but the Duke was talking a new pulsing and sensual language. He had not yet heard of Stravinsky, and he had quit studying harmony after his first lesson, but he was using dissonance and rhythm...
...arrived in Washington, the General did not seem to have much to say. It was after 9 in the morning when he stepped off the train in his fur-collared tan overcoat, accompanied by his wife, in a grey sport coat and wearing an orchid. He answered the routine questions in a routine way, speaking to 24 newsmen and into a portable microphone. The questioning over, he asked: "Any more questions? If not, I'll give you something." What General George Catlett Marshall then said was indeed something...
...minutes later, greeted by a standing ovation, Nenni's round, smiling face emerged from behind the carnations. In a grey chalk-stripe suit with a tan shirt and a red silk tie, carefully disarranged to avoid any appearance of bourgeois neatness, he spent two hours and twelve minutes in passionate exhortation. As Nenni's voice rose & fell in practiced intonation, while he raised a warning finger, clenched his right fist, grandly embraced Congress in widespread arms, or modestly spread his long, strong fingers against his chest in a self-effacing gesture, men & women stared seriously and intensely, many...
...stepped a grey, bespectacled man with a grey, correct bearing. He carried a walking stick. In the lapel of his neat tan suit bloomed a flaming carnation. He fussily flicked a speck of dust from his coat, coughed with the conviction of a man swearing, and walked into the Foreign Office's cavernous hall for an interview with Argentina's suave Foreign Minister, Dr. Juan Atilio Bramuglia...