Her neighbors in the expensive Houston apartment building told reporters that the ash-blonde beauty had talked at times about her past as `` the Golden Girl of the Mickey Jelke trial ''.

" Her mistake made clear to her, the antisemitic landlady was renounced, and another apartment found.

" Her heart sank, however, when she saw their rented apartment: " There was one double bed, a cot with no mattress and a stove with one gas jet.

Her spirit returns to her old apartment where she later finds true love.

Her personal library was deposited at Bard College at the Stevenson Library in 1976, and includes approximately 4, 000 books, ephemera, and pamphlets from Arendt's last apartment.

The opening sequence was updated for the episode " Lost and Found /" Punky Gets Her Own Room " that uses footage from the opening sequence used in " Punky Finds a Home " and as well as a new shot where we see Punky entering Henry's apartment and everything around her is becoming animated, as well as Punky, Brandon and Henry themselves.

Her sister, the architect Adrienne Gorska, designed her Paris apartment and studio in the Art Deco style, complete with chrome-plated furniture.

Her Paris home was a luxurious ground-floor apartment at 23, avenue du Bois de Boulogne ( now 23, avenue Foch ) that opened onto a Japanese garden.

* Hannah and Her Sisters ( 1986 ) Hannah's parents ' apartment is shown on Riverside and 86th Street, and near the end of the film Woody Allen's character is seen walking along Broadway between 92nd and 93rd Streets and then entering the Metro Theatre at Broadway between 100th and 101st Streets.

Her financial situation led her to take a job out of the film industry, when experiencing problems like being unable to pay the rent of her apartment and losing her medical insurance.

His chart topping single " Bandz A Make Her Dance " that was created in a 2 bed room apartment in Washington, DC.

Her notorized letter reads: " Jerzy Zakulski, formerly residing with his now deceased father Ludwik, at 7 Saint Kinga Street Ulica Swietej Kingi 7 in Krakow Pogorze, provided me with shelter in his apartment when I escaped with my 3-year old child during a night from the Ghetto [...] After some time they managed to secure a safe place for us at the Zofia Strycharska ’ s wife's family place, where along with my child I survived in city of Myslenice until the end of the war.

Her large home was sold and she moved into a Los Angeles apartment that would not require so much of her energies.

Her husband, Gene Raymond, moved into an adjoining apartment.

Her Gramercy Park apartment building also boasted James Cagney and Jonathan Frid as tenants.

Her death broke the spirit of his father, who yielded to hypochondria and alcoholism, contributing towards his loss of employment and the family's apartment, forcing authorities to board young Viktor out to a series of foster homes, one of which burnt down, further traumatizing the youth.

Her father quickly remarried and left Kokoro to fend for herself in a luxurious apartment.

Her former dormitory roommates gather in her apartment and decide to help.

Her apartment is abandoned and the only clue to her whereabouts is an appointment scheduled at a medical clinic.

Her last years were spent in seclusion in an apartment in Cairo's upscale Heliopolis neighborhood, where she lived with her husband, Dr. Fahmi.

Her supposed friends in the apartment building enter the room looking for their cat, Beth hides and, trusting they are alone, her friends discuss their plan to make Beth believe she is hallucinating.

Her prizes included a new car, use of a Paris apartment for one year, and a monthly net salary of 4, 000 euros.

Her brother, Chester La Follette's art studio was upstairs from her apartment on the tenth floor.

Her apartment had been provided by her husband's employer, Overseas Projects Corporation, and Mrs Neilson sued her husband's employer in negligence in the Supreme Court of Western Australia in June 1997, six years after the accident had occurred.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.