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Long-Distance Calls. Maxim, a squat, balding little man, is listed in the official registry of landlocked San Marino as head of a shipping firm. He moved in a year and a half ago, lives quietly with his mistress in a rented stone bungalow. He wears yellow velvet gloves, talks more on the long-distance telephone than anyone else in the republic. From the Convent of St. Francis, Maxim has been seen slipping into the Communist casino's back door. A black-bearded monk summed up the general suspicion. "Here in San Marino," he said, "there exists Bolshevism...
...current Journal of the American Medical Association, Dr. Wolfson describes a woman's tongue which had turned brownish-black; the tips of the taste buds had grown long and hairlike, and "bent like the nap of wet, heavy velvet when stroked with a tongue blade...
...chest colds and "clergyman's throat' for "[sucking] out the abundant and gross humors of the cheeks," for concealing weak chins, and for training, "like well-bred wall plants." Their combings made an excellent stuffing for cushions. When not being wagged, beards could be carried in a velvet bag (as was one 16th Century dandy's), or their ends were wrapped around a smart walking cane or twined in & out of the waist belt. At night, of course, the beard could serve as an extra blanket or could be screwed into a portable press for an overnight...
Last week part of the Schloss collection was on the move again. It was up for auction at the Galerie Charpentier in Paris, in the biggest art sale held in Europe since the war. Nearly an hour before the auctioning began, every little gilt chair in the great, red-velvet-draped gallery had been occupied. Bearded boulevardiers and ladies in fox furs vied for seats with dapper, sharp-eyed dealers from, far & near...
...first visit to the United States, he disgusted Washington Irving with his coarse "tavern manners." He shocked Boston with his foppish "velvet waistcoats of vivid green or brilliant crimson" and his lowbred way of breezily combing his long tresses during a dinner given in his honor. At one such function he was asked which of two countrywomen of his was the more beautiful, the Duchess of Sutherland or Mrs. Caroline Norton, and put the whole Eastern seaboard into deep freeze by replying airily: "Well, I don't know. Mrs. Norton is perhaps the more beautiful, but the Duchess...