Word: waists
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Washington by the Women's National Democratic Club. All my hostesses demonstrated their knowledge of politics to the satisfaction of Democratic party chieftains, who were also present. I wore a Paris hat, which has a rhinestone buckle, my double strand of pearls, falling almost to my waist, and a bouquet of lavender orchids, pinned to my right shoulder...
...fuselage, from the fuselage toward the rudders. When Thomas Marshall was near enough to make himself heard he told them not to jump. They looked at shivering Mr. Kanevaros of Indiana and waited obediently until ropes were passed and they were all taken off. Pilot Dinsmore, now standing waist-deep, was the last. As the smack swung clear, the plane pulled her tail under and slid down to join the Spanish galleons, the German submarines, the Channel-swimmers' brandy bottles...
...well or "on the bank of a stream where the carabao dream" and so far as adult females are concerned there is no undue exposure of the person. When the bather arrives at the place of the bath she loosens her saya (skirt) which is tied round her waist and lifts it to cover her bosom. She then removes her floppy camisa (waist) and camison (chemise) if she wears the latter garment, kicks aside her chinelas (slippers) and goes...
...little "Quinikins," who was later shot down in an aeroplane over the German lines. "The day the news of Quentin's death came, Mr. Roosevelt was at Oyster Bay. . . . after reading the despatch, he carried the sad tidings to his wife. Then he put his arm around her waist and together they walked in silence down the path which led into the woods. Down that path I had seen them go so many times together, just like this, his arm around her waist, as attentive as a young husband. They would, when they were alone at Oyster...
...somewhat fanciful. He was poor. He was never indigent. From the time that he left grammar school he devoted himself furiously to the studies that made him the greatest of U. S. landscape painters. In his studios in Montclair, N. J., in Washington Square, he worked stripped to the waist, with all windows closed, sweat pouring from his body. His eyes blazed under the shock of hair that kept falling over his forehead; he brushed it back with a sweep of fingers, striping his skin with paint. He made up his own technique. If he had to work out problems...