My socks. Socks?

They're socks.

Stockings.

Maybe I can...silk stockings?

Silk stockings? No.

They look like socks.

Those are stockings.

Black stockings!

My stockings are getting tighter.

Stockings of sheerest silk!

Red stocking, bluestocking.

No green stockings. No puppy.

Fishnet stockings.

Silk socks with a tweed jacket!

Plate products are used for ship building, construction, large diameter welded pipes and boiler applications.

I put on ski socks instead of slippers.

I want shoes and stockings in exactly this colour.

Go and buy me some stockings, please.

Wire drawn products and seamless pipes are also part of the long steel products group.

Peppermint sherbet and persimmon socks

John Chamberlain (1927 2011), a Chicago artist known for his sculptures of welded pieces of wrecked automobiles.

He thought we were going to be the next dominant sock player in the world.

For the legs especially, wearing only silk stockings.

You get 10 pairs of month, et cetera, et cetera.

It consists of series of more than 600 hollow steel pipes welded together in a wave like pattern.

would you Iike to give Frau SchuIz silk stockings for Christmas?

But I'm curious. Why do your fans wear socks with your face on it?

Eh! they did like to hear about you, said

I had no movement in my legs.

People didn t have shoes, socks or proper clothes it was a desperate situation.

But they have all of these proteins on their surface.

Well, if you don't spend more than a quarter a day for lunch, and if you don't wear stockings, you don't go to the movies, unless somebody takes you, you can go to school.

And I had these legs that were made of a wood and plastic compound, attached with Velcro straps big, thick, five ply wool socks on you know, not the most comfortable things, but all I'd ever known.

Sara Lee, on the other hand, uses it to keep the very different parts of the business separate from Sara Lee cakes through Kiwi polishes to L'Eggs pantyhose.

And I had these legs that were made of a wood and plastic compound, attached with Velcro straps big, thick, five ply wool socks on you know, not the most comfortable things, but all I'd ever known.

I felt worse and worse at last I got up, dressed, and softly going down in my stockinged feet, sought out my stepmother, and suddenly threw myself at her feet, beseeching her as a particular favour to give me a good slippering for my misbehaviour anything indeed but condemning me to lie abed such an unendurable length of time.

And in a twist you would not believe in a Steven Spielberg film the Gauleiter who was overseeing this brutal beating was the very same thief who had stolen socks from Mr. Teszler's hosiery mill.