Word: velvets
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...examined his peaked campaign hat on the ground. The shot had torn it clean off his head. Even the tough top sergeant was moved. Said he: "With the lieutenant's kind permission, may I remark that the rest of the lieutenant's life is now on velvet...
Last week incorrigibly paint-minded Oldster Souchon finished his 500th canvas. "I must hurry up," said he, "because I'm living now on the velvet of my life." Like many another Souchon, No. 500 depicted a tropically lush imaginary scene, in which flat, doll-like figures galloped and swayed through a high-pitched bedlam of clangorous color. When the last brush strokes had dried, he carefully stored it away in his files of similarly exuberant Souchons: Van Gogh-like pictures of hot, shadowless Louisiana cornfields, quaint, warm-colored, old-worldly interiors, and fanciful, childlike coloristic riots like The Farm...
...principle . . . that you can't sharpen an ax on a velvet grindstone has given place to the view that if the pupils don't like it, they shouldn't be required to do it. ... The underlying assumption seems to be ... that students will write clearly and correctly by some sort of blessed intuition if only the teacher does not depress them with such inconvenient and unprofitable matters as spelling, paragraphing, punctuation, sentence structure, grammar and the choice and order of words...
...plenipotentiaries have had trouble with sartorial protocol since the days of Benjamin Franklin. When Minister Franklin appeared before the King of France in plain brown velvet knee breeches he was called uncouth. When Ambassador Charles Gates Dawes refused to expose his shanks to the Court of St. James's in knee breeches he stirred comment. When Ambassador Joseph Patrick Kennedy showed up at the same court in a tail coat, someone said he looked like "one of the less important waiters...
Sweet-faced, velvet-voiced Singer Maxine Sullivan, the darling of nightclubs, schoolboys and college youths, last week found a new, choicer audience. Sweet-swinging such ballads as Barbara Allen and Who Is Sylvia?, café-au-lait-colored Miss Sullivan was the cream of a "Coffee Concert" in Manhattan's Museum of Modern...