Word: wreathes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...flowing white robes of a Druid priestess, Rosa Ponselle, soprano of the Metropolitan Opera, waited in a dressing room of London Covent Garden last week. She tapped her foot, tried her voice, added a touch of carmine to her cheeks, adjusted the green wreath on her flowing black hair. Tomorrow her British debut would be over. Tonight she must face the coldest public in the world, a public which had not heard Norma since the late great Lilli Lehmann sang it in London 30 years before, Lehmann who had said: "I would rather sing all three Brünnhildes than...
...jaded guests she offers, as entertainment and prey, a virginal American heiress, Anne. A curious decadent odor hangs over the affair, waves of sickening smell choke the perverted conversation. Anne, suffocating, escapes from the room. Downstairs she clatters into something that jangles dismally. It is a metal funeral wreath of painted violets and roses. A door opens and in the dim light Anne sees three women clucking over the apothecary's bloated corpse. Overwhelmed again by the curious decadent odor, Anne recognizes it at last-the odor of Death...
...distills the essence of proverbial Southern romance, imprisons it in luxuriant prose: "The deep South, like a conservatory, was sweet with flowers. The isolated burial grounds, approached by avenues of cedars, and shaded with willows and live oaks and linden, were planted with white flowers-Cape jasmines, bridal wreath, white japonica, sweet alyssum and white althea. In the strange white radiance of Alabama moonlight white flowers-Cherokee roses, the night-blooming cereus, moon flowers and honey-suckle-were sweeter than at any other time. . . . "Yet, against all that tenderness of beauty, in spite of an apparent transcendent peace, the intense...
...fainted, inhaled smelling salts, revived. She now ordered her chauffeur to speed up the Champs Élysées to the Arc de Triomphe, guarded only by a single poilu. Acting from pure impulse, without notifying the authorities, Mrs. Parmely Herrick had resolved to place a wreath on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, as a last tribute from Ambassador Herrick...
...which no personal credit should be given, their position would not be in conflict with the Harvard Award system, which generally glorifies organizations rather than individuals. What chiefly troubles Mr. Kent (and puzzles the advertising world) is that, having decided to give personal credit, Marcus & Co. put the laurel wreath upon the Hammarstrom brow...