Word: waisted
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...dances require different costumes. Huapala wore grass skirts, tapa gowns, the Mother Hubbard cloak introduced by missionaries. She described in words and gestures the districts of Hawaii, the torments of despised loves, the varieties of Hawaiian fish. Connoisseurs were interested in her seated dances wherein she swayed from the waist, wriggled sinuous arms, clicked a pair of pebbles called ili ili. Mikel Hanapi, dressed in a cape of red and yellow feathers which Huapala had made, and his Ilima Islanders supplied the music. Though they are now employed by a radio station in Hartford, they are natives who know well...
Coxwain Fox started to yell to the power in the waist of the boat, and though the stroke didn't go up then, the power went on and the unbelievably smooth boat pulled away, opening up a lead they climaxed in a beautiful closing sprint...
...crew standing by to clew up the foretopsails, the backstays part and the We're Here's mainmast goes overside, carrying with it Manuel in a tangle of canvas, cable and running gear. Cut to pieces by the wire cable in which he is fouled below the waist. Manuel screams in Portuguese to Doc, the cook, telling him to have the wreckage cut away so that Harvey, his "leetle feesh," will not know what has happened...
...prow of the nearer launch dove as the body appeared, floating head down in the water like a rug over a clothesline. Rescued and aboard the launch the dare-devil diver regained consciousness, complained of chills. Then he discovered that his back was broken, his body paralyzed from the waist down. With him in the boat were his wife, his mother, the lifeguard, and reporters and photographers from the San Francisco Examiner. There was no doctor. Bad enough-but then the launch's engine refused to start...
...afternoon last week, 20 world-famous little boys got out of it. Though they had traveled 300 wet, slippery miles from South Bend, Ind., the Wiener Sängerknaben (Singing Boys of Vienna) were erect and lively as they marched into their hotel. There they stripped to the waist, scrubbed their faces, brushed their teeth, composed themselves for a short nap. That night they made the little college town gasp at their sweet voices and expert phrasing. Students, teachers and farmers from 100 miles around listened reverently to da Vittoria's 16th-Century hymn to the King of Heaven...