Word: touching
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Britain lay in a highly polished exposition by Viscount Cecil of the reasons why he resigned some weeks ago from the Cabinet. Said he: "No resignation is an isolated act. It is usually related to a string of events of which it is the culmination. I shall therefore touch briefly upon what...
...babbits, who attended the exhibit only because they had read news-stories which led them to expect, if not a touch of pornography, at least a large dose of sacrilege or obscenity, were baffled by the thoughtful bearded face of Tagore, the horselike countenance of the Duchess of Marlborough, the several gay and wayward studies of Peggy Jean (Mr. Epstein's child). When they looked across the room at No. 21, they wondered what wild emotion caused the bronze woman to clasp her hands and open her mouth in so inane a fashion. Some of the sharper babbits decided...
...With amazement and a shock of terror, he watched the operator press a little button on a switchboard at his elbow. As other passengers entered the polished car, the operator pressed a button for each, corresponding to the designated floor. Finally, at a gesture from the starter, the operator touched a lever within the car, causing the outside doors to shut. Without delay, the car drifted upward at the rate of 800 feet per minute. At each floor for which a button had been pressed, the car automatically stopped, the doors automatically opened. At a touch of the lever...
...although a cheaper one could have been procured; it contained, completely hidden, a tone chamber made by a Saxony violin maker and a music rol, much like those used in player pianos. "Alf" lifted his "accordion" and showed it to his friends. Then "Alf" began to waggle it, touching the keys. As he squeezed, there were sweets sounds; as he stretched it, it became apparent to some of his listeners that he was playing "turkey in the straw." There was a hush in the parlor until "Alf" got through. Then there was jabber of questions: "How did you learn?" . . . . Well...
...poverty that had been her childhood. Even in Stephen Fletcher's life, spending money had been impossible for her. "She would dream of an immediate trip to Washington to buy fine things, such as new cloth for upholstering the furniture; then, by a natural impulse, she would touch the plush of the chair on which she sat and say to herself, 'But this is still very good.' " Her mother's arrival filled her with dread. "There was no true bond of affection between mother and daughter, and it is easy to surmise that they exchanged numerous...