Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 28, 2025
He'd found what he wanted. It was a handkerchief. He thrust it upon Joe. "Wipe that lipstick off, Joe, before you go talk to the major. He's Sally's father and he might not like it." Joe wiped at his face. Sally, her eyes shining, took the handkerchief from him and finished the job. She displayed that remarkable insensitivity of females in situations productive of both pride and embarrassment.
"Lovely eyes, don't you think? Nice hair and such a darling nose. But her mouth isn't her mouth rather small?" "Regular 'prunes and prisms," agreed Benis. "It is very red, though." "Lipstick, probably." "But I thought you liked small, red mouths." "Hate 'em," said Benis, who had a shockingly bad memory. Desire went to bed thoughtful.
She sent it up right away, and Katy, blessed be her loving footprints, loaned me money to buy a blouse and some shoes to match, so I went to school today looking very like the Great General Average, minus rouge, lipstick, hairdress, and French heels. I do hope you will approve of two things I have done.
Very attractive looking her, too dark hair and eyes, rather long-oval features, clear, lightly tanned complexion, bright red lipstick put on with a micrometric exactitude that any engineer could appreciate.
Patting down his somewhat ruffled apparel, adjusting his fashionable wig and peruke, and touching up his mouth with the lipstick that the dandies of that age carried, he advanced elegantly upon the young women, cane in one hand and the other toying delicately with a hand muff. Henriette curtsied and smiled, and bade Louise do the same.
Gordon went to the little space and saw that Izzy was right; there was a nearly used-up lipstick, a comb, and a cracked mirror. There was also a small cloth bag containing a few scraps of clothes. He turned the room upside down, but there was no sign of the notebook or papers from it. He located her helmet and carried it down with him. "You're going bye-bye, Cuddles," he told her.
All that paint and powder and lipstick and brilliantine could do to make the ponderous, big woman more ghastly had been done, but in the rush of the long ride through which her husband had forced her, the colors had mixed and slipped, the false waves were displaced. She was not in any condition to criticize the appearance of another woman.
There was one case of a girl who did little, day in and day out, but her hair. She was the one girl who used a lipstick. They had taken her off time rates and put her on piecework. She was a machine operator. The last week I was there her earnings were a little over two dollars for the week. She was incorrigible. Some of the machine operators made around thirty dollars a week.
There was to be seen a man fifty, sixty or seventy, it was hard to tell how old shuffling tiredly down the street, his body huddled together and his shoulders shivering. Here's the low down, gentlemen. The Miserere of the manicurist. Peewee, the Titian-haired Aphrodite of the Thousand Nails has been inveigled into submitting her lipstick memoirs to the public eye.
He was ready for the collecting and he'd been left uncollected! The girl had said there were no aliens. Now he wondered. She had known more than he'd found from her she'd known his brand of cigarettes, even. And there had been that shopping list, with the lipstick on it the same type he now remembered her using. He'd known her before and not just as a little girl.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking