Word: amazonian
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...contrast, the Riviera female is in the throes of full, Amazonian development. Her brightly painted toes flicker through the nimble measures of the Charleston; her wrists grow strong beneath the weight of jangling bracelets; her long thighs are shaped to glued-on toreador slacks. She carries blithely a large basket laden with spare sets of false eyelashes, spare bandannas, waterproof mascara, lipstick brushes, eyelid pencils, bobby pins, suntan oils, combs, tweezers, compacts, cigarettes, stray hairs left by the cat. Atop her head is a brimmed straw-hat pulled over a voile scarf tied babushka-style, and she turns...
...ruminates about Hegel, and numbs his listeners with a flow of quotes from the Bible, Shakespeare, major poets and minor limericists. On the track of a murderer, Ambrose, like an unleashed puppy, will spot a new scent-a hitherto unexplored connection between the Book of Kings and the lost Amazonian city of Pirahuanaco...
...drove off one midnight in Paraguayan President Alfredo Stroessner's own car. Well before dawn, Peron, who hates planes, was airborne in a DC-3 piloted by the Paraguayan air force's best flier. The plane's short range made any direct flight across the vast Amazonian jungles impossible; instead the aircraft hopscotched up the east coast of South America for four days. Stops on Peron's Odyssey...
...fair game begins popping out in all directions, so do David's eyes. A smooth little blonde glides out of the bedroom; she promises to come back soon and bring Frank some fish. Another goldilocks jounces in the door-"to walk the dog," Frank casually explains. An Amazonian brunette, with the look of a lady wrestler in search of a match, wanders in to offer Sinatra a large box of cheese. Also in the field: Celeste Holm, a girl violinist who likes to come over to Frankie's house and fiddle, and a certain Miss Snr (rhymes with...
...honorary president (she says) of a professional boxers' association. Arriving from the House of Commons by bus. Bessie togged in her usual drab blue suit, swept past the club's haughty doormen, bounced inside to utter some dock-walloper pleasantries. To some of London's uppercrustiest, amazonian Mrs. Braddock announced: "I intend as a reciprocal arrangement to invite Miss Dietrich along to the House of Commons." Society patrons responded with a hoarse cheer so blatant that Marlene, entering in a bit of gossamer so diaphanous that Britain's press fears to publish photos...