Fatherless and deserted, sick and emaciated-eight years have I passed in this wretched place, hopeless, hapless, hipless.
"Writing for Vaudeville"
Brett Page
But the real, overflowing compensation came when that little, lithe, hipless man in black jumped to his feet and stormed the audience with a dance of hands and arms, feet and legs, head, neck, and the whole body, which Mordkin in his finest frenzy could not have equaled or approached.
"Familiar Spanish Travels"
W. D. Howells