Word: worn
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Back at District 14 headquarters on 301 Washington St., the door is wide open, letting in sunlight and street noise. An officer behind the front desk urges visitors to sit on a well-worn bench before turning back to her colleagues to discuss an upcoming Red Sox game and a possible trip to Six Flags...
...countenance. Mary Kay Arndt Arlington Heights, Illinois, U.S. Of Royals and Nuptials Re the photograph of the wedding of Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles [April 18]: Camilla would have been more tastefully dressed if she had not been wearing white or something awfully close to it. White is worn to symbolize purity. And Camilla's broad-brimmed hat looked like a lampshade. I don't mean to be critical, it's just the truth. Joy D. Koch Taytay, the Philippines The Duke of Windsor's marriage to Wallis Simpson in 1937 lent a certain acceptance to marrying a divorced...
...same cracks that we’ve all made to each other about dining hall food, messy roommates, and Yale. While the goal often seems to be the groan-snicker of recognition that comes with the umpteenth comment about these constants of life, even in song form the well-worn jokes have gotten somewhat dull from repetition. They often seem obligatory, as if authors Aliza H. Aufrichtig ’08 and Ximena S. Vengoechea ’08 felt duty-bound to include everybody’s favorite punching bags...
...head, a rice bowl, a pair of rabbit ears, a water plantain, a whirlpool, a pumpkin, a canyon, or the cone-shaped head of the God of Longevity? The answer is kaware kabuto, which translates from the Japanese as "conspicuous helmets." These were the singular headgear worn into battle, or during the formal maneuvers preceding it, by Japanese clan leaders, before the accurate, quick-firing arms of the 19th century rendered the helmets, their wearers and the samurai ethic they stood for irrelevant...
...corner of Arizona, his cowboy blood still runs thick. With great pride, he pulls his battered steel spurs from the tack-room wall and brushes away the dirt. As he points out the silver-inlaid design and the gold initials R.L.K., he smiles at all the times he's worn them with a swagger. He hangs them on the wall with a jangle, his eyes passing again over his bridles, bits and well-worn leather saddle...