Word: trimming
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...trim house, the well-kept grounds and smartly-dressed Mrs. Mackenzie might well have been in the southern Ontario town of Oakville, where she used to live. But they were just 92 miles from the Arctic Circle, at Norman Wells, where her husband runs a refinery for Imperial Oil. Permafrost, the permanently frozen subsoil of the North, sometimes makes the ground heave under the installations, but cannot stop the refinery from turning out an annual 320,000 barrels of oil products. In July permafrost is also a foot to three feet below Mrs. Mackenzie's garden, but cannot stop...
...Tokyo, the horsy set dressed up and headed for the royal paddocks on the Imperial Palace grounds to compare social notes and the finer points of riding at the annual exhibition. Among those present: Mrs. Matthew B. Ridgway, trim and tailored (and soon to be notified of a change of residence-see INTERNATIONAL), who shared a front-row view with Jockey-for-the-Day Crown Prince Akihito...
...where a lady wore her skirts to the ground and refused a suitor twice before deigning to accept him, Ora bounced solemnly after the Methodist minister, pretending to be engrossed in good works, but caring mainly about his looks. Preacher David Humiston found Ora's trim figure as attractive as her piety but, as he sententiously declared, he could not take a wife until God had prompted his hand. When he met Ora's pretty, light-tongued sister Ellen, he forgot about God's prompting. Ellen got the wedding ring, Ora a gold thimble for consolation...
While Candidate Kefauver was earnestly pumping hands from Massachusetts to Florida last week, the candidate's wife was competently tending the family's political fences back in Washington. Red-haired Nancy Kefauver, slim and trim in a bronze, lowcut, strapless gown, rose before 400 guests at a Women's National Press Club dinner. Her voice trembled a bit as she began her first political speech, and she admitted that she felt like "Alice among the medicine bottles."* But she soon hit just the right note...
...Austerity. By then, Stafford Cripps was in a way the most powerful man in Britain. As Chancellor of the Exchequer and Minister for Economic Affairs, he ruled the cupboard, stomach and pocketbook of every Briton. Prim and trim, he peered coldly through half-moon glasses, wore a smile that looked like the result of a bite from a persimmon, seemed always to be telling fuel-short Britons to take cold baths (as he had done every day for years). He was Mr. Austerity. Actually, Stafford Cripps was affable, friendly, generous. Britons knew he was doing a grim job that...