Word: aromas
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Butterfly), Diva Moffo lives in an apartment in Milan, collects jazz records as an antidote to a steady opera diet. With her husband as lyricist, she writes pop songs, one of which, Citta, became an instant hit when she sang it on Italian TV ("Always, my city Your aroma is like a garden without flowers Like a tear...
There is no plot to speak of. The songs are derivative, and the star is a talking 1960 model automobile without driver that revs its engine and blows its horn at the sight of a pretty girl. The show has all the aroma of an hour-and-a-quarter commercial. In fact, that is precisely what it is. But by the time it finishes its 48-day, eight-city, coast-to-coast tour next month, Buick '60, Buick's slick, sales-gimmick musical, will have run up a road record that few Broadway hits can approach: almost every...
...square mile of stockyards and packing plants on Chicago's South Side long gave the city a distinctive aroma, inspired poets and reformers. Carl Sandburg hailed Chicago as "Hog Butcher for the World." Novelist Upton Sinclair achieved fame with The Jungle, and it was a major factor in the passage of the nation's pure food laws. Sinclair was so revolted by the packing industry that he wound up the book with a prophecy that some day Chicago's great packing industry would wither away. Last week economics was doing what reformers had failed to accomplish. Armour...
...short indeed. It was also pretty bad. Even the early part of the show was poorly organized, unimpressively staged, and sometimes blatantly vulgar. At the end, M.C. Jerry Lewis was left to mug his way through an unplanned 20-minute melee that had the somewhat sweaty aroma of a combination Arthur Murray, Lawrence Welk, Dick Clark free...
...Byron. Inside a musty tin box were dozens of tiny parchment packages, each inscribed with the name and date of a comely comrade, each containing a specimen of the lady's locks. Handsomest of the hairlooms was a lustrous, 2½ ft. pony tail, still scented with the aroma of pomade, which had been snipped from a Spanish sefiorita. But by far the most intriguing was one packet holding a single fair ringlet, with the bemused memo in Byron's faded scrawl: "Whose this was I don't recollect...