Word: leatherizing
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General Crack (Warner). A fairly successful effort has been made to bring speed and glitter to this costume romance. It has all been expertly tailored for John Barrymore's profile, for his bark, his meditative scowl, his glance of an amorous lion, his strides in high, patent-leather boots. On a white charger he leads his mercenaries into battle and pushes back with long, stiffened fingers the cloaks attached to various 18th Century uniforms. He is a soldier of fortune who earns his living fighting wars for popinjay princes and who takes a dislike to his current employer because...
...usual detail of Red Army sentries stood guard, their white breaths fuming in the frosty air, their close-fitting helmets exactly the shape of fat onions rampant, pointed upward. Suddenly the Prime Minister of the Soviet Union, Comrade Alexis Rykov, appeared, striding across the Red Square in his old leather overcoat and shiny workman's cap. Yes, he had something to say to correspondents...
...Cross, Dr. T. K. Richards, that enthusiastic oarsman, appeared to be the most prominent Harvard athlete on the field. Hardly would the play become exciting, before Dr. Richards, ever vigilant, would detect signs of injury on the part of one of his charges and in fine form and red leather coat, he would sprint across the greensward to make an examination...
Numerous other diversions were provided. Oldtime fiddlers had a contest, rasped out "Money Musk," "Soldier's Joy," "Leather Breeches." At the live stock and horse show blue ribbons went to Best Steer Lothian Count IV, to Best Mare Margot. Samuel McKelvie Sr.. father of the Federal Farm Board's Samuel Roy McKelvie, won prizes on his Poland China hogs. Flyers from four States competed in an air derby. Governor Weaver, presented with a Diamond Jubilee plaque, said: "Nebraska has no mines of gold or silver or precious stones, but ... a soil that will last forever . . . salubrious climate...
...noisier welcome awaited the Boesses. So ugly was the crowd in front of the great Charlottenburg station that police officials persuaded the Mayor to continue on to the station near the Zoological Gardens. Another crowd, just as loud, waited there, booing industriously. Forming a flying wedge, a cordon of leather-shakoed Schupos* hustled Bürgermeister Boess and wife into the station master's office, then spirited them away through a back door to their home...