Word: apricot
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...Apricots. Laetrile is a drug made from apricot pits and contains cyanide, among other things. It is one of the most long-lived, though probably not the last, of a long series of questionable cancer "cures," all of which are susceptible to exploitation. Since conventional medicine concedes that it has no sure cure for many types of cancer, those condemned to die from the disease are understandably willing to try anything. Laetrile was developed in 1950 by Ernst T. Krebs Jr., a biochemist who studied at but did not graduate from Hahnemann Medical College in Philadelphia. Krebs claimed that Laetrile...
Doing the most standing in these days are jeans-a term that has come to mean any pants that are close-fitting, slash-pocketed and welt-seamed. Not the ordinary old-style, head-'em-off-at-the-gulch variety, but jeans in every color from apricot to zinc and fabrics that range from plain corduroys, velours and gabardines to showier crushed velvets, suedes, leathers and even fur. Boston's Jordan Marsh Co. reports jeans sales at "a crescendo"; Chicago's Saks Fifth Avenue puts the boom at "wildfire proportions, even among older women." Five years ago, there...
...designers, points out that Lady Bird's sense of theater did not emerge until she was well into her White House residency. Pat Nixon is barely emerging from the wings, but at a preview last month of Bob Hope's Christmas show, she turned up in an apricot-colored, clipped-velvet evening gown by Beene that lent a new breath of chic to the proceedings. With Clara Treyz beside her, the salon vote may yet be hers...
Proclaiming no new doctrines and founding no new schools, I hit the last wall four hours later and proceeded to create stately, bold, blaring, cherry, apricot, pale gold, mauve, maroon, crimson, orange, cinnamon, whistling blue sails of forms. No gimmicks or gadgetry here, thank you. Carefully avoiding dehumanization and de-sexualization (in the painterly tradition), I strove to leave out as many myriad forms and colors as was possible. When finished, the wall seemed to cry out: "My name is Pat O'Connor-and goddammit, I can paint as well as Helen Frankenthaler...
...heroic. Currently, frame and subject seem superbly conjoined in a display of 46 huge, brilliantly colored canvases by Helen Frankenthaler. There, on the impassive walls, color gardens of imaginary flowers bloom with subtle petals of mauve, maroon, crimson, orange, cinnamon. There are stately, bold, blaring rectangles of cherry and apricot, leaping palegold fires, whistling blue sails of form...