Word: undresser
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...shipyards and backyards where these hulls came from, still others remained. Their toiling owners, in various stages of undress, from bathing suits to paint-sprayed dungarees, were busy with the sailor's shore duties of scraping, sanding and painting, and devoting more loving care to the job than most of them would expend on their cars or their homes...
...Baptist and St. Athanasius. Cried their leader, Father Augustinios Kantiniotis: "Public scandals are being prepared . . . exhibitions of naked bodies . . . Paul the Apostle wrote that Christian women should 'adorn themselves in modest apparel,' but the organizers of these orgies say, 'Don't listen to Paul . . . undress yourselves . . . and become known as Miss Universe!' Greeks, war veterans, mothers and fathers, shout, 'Down with these orgies!' . . . and, with the help of Jesus Christ, we will prevent Greece from being turned into another Hollywood." The Holy Synod of the Greek Orthodox Church approved the stand...
...mother undress him, only balking when she rubbed oil on his face and hair. "I have two friends here I play with," sputtered through the wash-cloth. "One is French, too, but you know," pointing to his head, "he's not so smart, and he is afraid of the animals. But the English boy whose father has the lions, is good. He knows what to do when a snake comes by. Do you know that...
...streets till the guards returned. In another town his neck was bound with a wet rope which almost choked him as it dried and shrank. Another rope was made to trail from under his gown like a tail. To humiliate them both, the Reds once forced him to undress before Sister Joan Marie. She caught a glimpse of Bishop Ford for the last time in February of this year, the month the Reds now say he died. His once dark hair was completely white, his body so emaciated that another prisoner was carrying him "like a sack of potatoes...
...brother and I were left alone in our cell until evening. Then cops came, doused us with buckets of ice-cold water, and went away again, leaving us soaked and shivering. A few hours later, they came back . . . They made us undress, and blindfolded us. I was taken to a basement room and interrogated about the dynamitings. When I denied that I was involved in any way, the interrogator slapped my face. Others beat me across the legs and back with what felt like stockings filled with sand ... I was bent over a small table and tied down. I heard...