Word: teas
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Surely you remember the Continent. But why have memories? Saunter in to afternoon tea or stretch out on the sands in toreador pants--close-fitting, high-waisted, utterly suitable for casual entertainment. Return from the beach and shed your tappa cloth: shantung in any style takes away the taint of informality. It goes anywhere in cool evenings...
...effort to be aesthetic as well as amusing, Ivy throws in some unrelated art touches. Some of these like the history of a block of ice from the delivery truck to a glass of tea are fatuous and only chop away at the movie's strongest leg, the script...
...emphasis at Lowell under Perkins falls on tradition and custom. Of all the traditional observances the favorite seems to be the weekly teas on Thursday, where Mrs. Perkins entertains with the Master. She presides over the teapot and can tell a seldom-seen guest that she has forgotten his name in a most delightful way. The only person ever to get the better of Mrs. Perkins was the brash Midwestern sophomore who came to tea on a bet and demanded his with lemon and cream and five sugars...
...Last week he received a letter written in blood purporting to be Acting Premier Paik To Chin's confession that he was a Communist. Rhee spotted the letter as a fraud, and investigation disclosed that it had been written in chicken blood by the madame of a Seoul tea house at the instigation of one of Paik's enemies. No detail is too small for Rhee's personal attention...
...white hair, his battered grey felt hat clutched to his breast. But on other occasions, particularly when he is tired, the aged President will droop. Whenever Madame Rhee thinks that a visitor has over stayed, she will interrupt with some such remark as "Poppa, do you haff coffee or tea this afternoon?" Hearing her voice, Rhee's thousand-wrinkled face will crease into a smile. In private the President calls Madame Rhee "Momma," and in recent months he has needed all her solicitude...