Word: mien
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Certainly there was nothing spectacular last week in the wilted mien of Belgian Banker Leon Delacroix as he went up to bed from the busy ballroom well after midnight. Nearly all the European delegates looked tired as spaniels. Distinguished M. Delacroix affects smartly upturned moustaches. Now they drooped. As he disrobed, the onetime Prime Minister of Belgium and the only original member of the Reparations Commission who remained a member last week sighed to Mme Delacroix, "Hélas, I am not so young...
...persuading Yachtsman Marks to vote unexpectedly against a vital labor measure sponsored by Mr. Bruce, he caused the defeat of the Government. The Prime Minister was obliged to ask dissolution of the Dominion Parliament, thus necessitating a general election. Swan Song. Flushed and angry was the mien of Prime Minister Bruce as he stood up before Parliament in the new Australian Capital of Canberra to announce that the election will be held Oct. 12. He had been in power for six years. Now from the Opposition benches rose shouts of "This is your swan song, Bruce!" Perhaps...
Powerfully built, determined of mien, Tycoon St. Davids entered the meeting room early, ignored his place at the Directors' table, aggressively took a seat in the second row of chairs allotted to debenture stockholders. After a time the other directors entered in a body, among them towering Tycoon Kylsant and the Duke of Abercorn. Rapidly they took their places until all the chairs at the Directors' table were full except one-the one ostentatiously left vacant by Viscount St. Davids. As the room quieted to a deadly hush, Baron Kylsant glanced sharply at the vacant chair, frowned, then...
MISS AUSTRIA WINS 6 to 1 STOP MISS AUSTRIA DARK CHESTNUT HAIR GREYISH BLUE EYES OUT STANDING FEATURE IS THE UNSURPASSED ARISTOCRACY OF HER MIEN STOP HER BEAUTY BEST DESCRIBED AS ETHEREAL...
From Forest Hills, Long Island, scene of many a tennis championship, came an unusually polished coterie, the Gardens Players, with Sir James Matthew Barrie's piquant thriller Shall We Join the Ladies? This play, long a favorite at all-star frolics, depicts a British landowner of gentle mien and sinuous mind who has gathered about his dinner table twelve persons whom he suspects of the murder of his brother. He informs them lazily of the fact, cleverly casts suspicion on them all, tells them that certain postprandial actions will reveal the murderer. The ladies then retire. Over their wine...