Word: thatches
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...week (see p. 15) were the Chinese merchants in Bangkok's Chinese business quarter. Nobody knew how it started, but fire broke out. In an hour black oily clouds rolled over the Me Nam River, flames leaped from shop to shop. Grilled balconies, Chinese lanterns, streamers, swinging signs, thatch roofs, telephone poles, all blazed up in the greatest fire Bangkok has ever known. Siamese firemen squirted ineffective streams. Five hundred buildings (chiefly Chinese) including the Bank of Canton were destroyed, for a total loss of over $2,000,000. Two thousand Chinese were left homeless. None died...
Other gardens were there to suit every taste: a tropical pool; two Alpine gardens complete with rocks and running brooks; Japanese gardens with twisted pine trees, thatch-roofed tea houses. All week long crowds of curious Easterners milled about the desert garden of Robert F. Manda where more than 1,000 varieties of weird misshapen cacti were growing in sand and rocks. Fourth day of the show the crowd grew even thicker. The "Crown of Thorns," a rare silver-grey prickle bush brought from Palestine by Cactus-grower Manda 25 years ago, had suddenly burgeoned with dozens of brilliant...
...last week: Bob Chanler was better, Bob Chanler was out of bed again. Dozens of them went down to offer their congratulations to one of the greatest painters, one of the most spectacular characters in the U. S. They found him, majestic in a long pink nightgown and shaggy thatch of white hair, sipping a stiff hooker of brandy, and playing Russian Bank with small, vivacious Mile Suzanne Tirlier, otherwise "Tilly," his secretary...
...cure the 46-year-old Tacna-Tacna pain in the left side of South America, statesmen of Chile and Peru met late one night last week in rustic, thatch-roofed Tacna City. At midnight they began to sign 138 peace-potent documents...
Michael Gordon is the ideal husband-brilliant war record, handy about the house, shaggy tweeds, chugging pipe. He worships his wife, aids and abets her stage career. They find a storybook cottage-thatch roof, rambler roses, flagstones-he settles down to his writing, she commutes to her London theatre. Every midnight he meets her in the two-seater, serves her supper at the blazing hearth, listens to her footlight triumphs. In short, he is so thoroughbred that she succumbs to the illicit blandishments of the leading man in her show. Fond Michael, suddenly informed, spoils the matinée idol...