Word: thin
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...entered the building and were mobbed. The women kissed us and then these thin, starved people lifted us on their shoulders-an honor that should have been reserved for Colonel Conner and his men. But Colonel Conner's forces were still busy outside killing Japs...
...with the elbow sleeves and the deep V-neck? But certainly, if Madame could bear to try it on. Yes? Ah, Madame was a real Joan of Arc ! The vendeuse led the way to a dressing room. Heroically Madame took off her coat, then her extra lining, then, with thin-lipped determination, her dress. The vendeuse clucked her admiration of such courage. Deftly she inserted Madame into the model of the new gown. Expertly she arranged mirrors so that Madame could have a comprehensive look before grabbing her coat again. These were days for prompt decisions. Madame would take...
...more efficient than a conventional engine; it uses little more fuel at 500 m.p.h. than at 400. But because the jet engine usually must operate at maximum capacity from the start, it has been relatively inefficient at low speeds. Moreover, to cut air resistance, the P-59 has extremely thin wings which have no room for fuel tanks. Nonetheless, U.S. engineers are reported to be approaching a solution to this problem...
...with the elbow sleeves and the deep V-neck? But certainly, if Madame could bear to try it on. Yes? Ah, Madame was a real Joan of Arc ! The vendeuse led the way to a dressing room. Heroically Madame took off her coat, then her extra lining, then, with thin-lipped determination, her dress. The vendeuse clucked her admiration of such courage. Deftly she inserted Madame into the model of the new gown. Expertly she arranged mirrors so that Madame could have a comprehensive look before grabbing her coat again. These were days for prompt decisions. Madame would take...
...acquaintances, who had developed a studied indifference to his talk of crusades, "expo-ZAYS" and threats, the wonder was that anyone had wasted a bullet on Kasherman. He was a man of thin face and slickly pompadoured black hair, a police station hanger-on, petty racketeer and blackmailer, who once did a two-year penitentiary stretch for a $25 shakedown of a whoremistress. His Public Press was a newspaper only by the utmost professional courtesy: it came out intermittently, whenever Kasherman could find someone to smear and someone to pay him for it; it was full of black-inked diatribes...