Word: wasps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...fashion eight years ago offered a memorial (oblique hats) to France's late ex-Empress Eugenie, Vogue last week proposed a similar memorial to Britain's late slim, beauteous, Danish-born Queen Alexandra, wife of Edward VII. Vogue's memorial: wasp waists, a fitting accompaniment to upswept hair, shirtwaists, petticoats. Said Vogue: "Now that we are going to wear 'Queen Alexandra' dresses . . . what shall we do about figures? We'll want waists a little smaller. We'll want bosoms a little more ample. We'll want hips a little more in evidence...
...restless, wasp-waisted artist with his whimsical mustache and eyes of an old crystal-gazer declared last week that for him the period of Surrealist dream-documentation was about over, the period of Paranoiac painting just beginning. Example: The Image Disappears, a painting which is at once a Vermeer-like Young Girl Reading a Letter, and a beady-eyed portrait of a bearded...
That droning--an airplane? Japs? Germans? Reds? It swells and fades, angry, important, businesslike. Ah, a wasp, or is it a hornet, zooms gracefully through the window and roars headlong into the closet. Sudden silence. Probably sampling the various gravy and beer spots on the Vagabond's suit. That'll hold him for a while--maybe kill him. The Vagabond relaxes: let's see, history review today. Damn, action again. The wasp-hornet breezes out of the closet, squats on the bowl of a pipe, sharpens up his stinger with his hind legs, hums contentedly to himself...
This afternoon the Vagabond will visit the Coop--with a purpose. There he will purchase a flyswatter, mosquito netting, sticky paper, the most deadly exterminator, and the biggest Flit gun available. If that wasp or any more of the air corps drops in for a call tomorrow morning, they are going to catch a warm reception. The ground forces will be prepared...
...Casey?" wasp-waisted little wives whispered into their husbands' sideburns as young De Wolf Hopper recited the last stanza of a poem called Casey at the Bat in Wallack's Theatre on Broadway one summer night in 1888. It was a gala baseball night in honor of the visiting Chicago White Stockings and the management had clipped the tragi-comic verses out of the San Francisco Examiner for young Hopper to deliver as an added fillip between the acts of the operetta, Prince Methusalem...