Word: womanfully
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...rumpled pants"! I've seen him nearly every day for the past three weeks . . . and not once with "rumpled pants." However, I am told he might have had "rumpled pants" one day, for during a downpour he took off his topcoat to put it around a young woman who had none. Perhaps that was the day. And for that act of chivalry you have publicly proclaimed him a wearer of "rumpled pants"! Tough on Ted 'cause it isn't true. He's most particular about his clothes...
...year-old woman, born in Pennsylvania, is known now as "Citizenness Ruth Friederichovna Eterger," and apparently has abandoned hopes of ever returning to the United States to see her nine-year-old daughter or her mother and stepfather who live in Miami...
...occasion the Budapesters had with them two guest soloists: athletic William Primrose, world's No. 1 viola player and chief violist of Arturo Toscanini's NBC Orchestra; a small, plump, snub-nosed young woman who booped mightily through the brass coils of a big French horn. When she had finished the horn part of Mozart's Quintet in E Flat Major, with dignity she dumped the saliva from her horn, rose and went home to practice for this week's concert. The young woman's name was Ellen Stone, and playing with such topnotchers...
...James McNeill Whistler by the etcher Joseph Pennell and his wife was published in 1908, five years after Whistler's death. Since then the artist's famed picture of his mother has become such a Mother's Day ikon* that a separate study of the Woman Behind the Painting became inevitable. If Biographer Mumford† had had the style to confine her monograph within 200 incisive pages, she might have added something to literature. By being half again as long as that, and by a dutifully winsome acceptance of Anna McNeill Whistler at face value, her book...
...long deep trip through the jungle Mrs. Keith, only woman along, had a grim time of it, sitting in boats with her buttocks continuously wet, trying not to lag in the slimy trudging, tattered by leeches and insects, dozing through the drowned nights squatted in bed in a safari tent beneath a blue cotton umbrella while her unconquerable husband slept like...