Word: bit
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Wolfe collection came to Harvard largely by chance. Shortly before World War II, Aline Bernstein, Wolfe's onetime mistress, the Mrs. Jack of the later novels, sold the manuscript of Look Homeward, Angel at a public auction, to raise funds for the relief of Jewish refugees (a bit of irony for Wolfe had an avowed tendency toward anti-Semitism.) The book was sold under the stipulation that it was to go to a university, and the buyer gave it to Houghton...
...long-awaited book on his philosophy finally came out, and though copies of it were snatched up, its author was no longer alone in the navel business. One of Japan's top beauticians, Mrs. Aiko Yamano, hit upon the idea of mixing a perfumed olive oil with a bit of lanolin and persuading women to pour a few drops into their navels before retiring. She called her oil "BB" for Brigitte Bardot. Girls in their 20s, she found, began sprouting pimples in spite of this treatment, but women over 30 developed clear, smooth skins. Within four days her first...
...been known to protest when they show cavalry procedure incorrectly). As for Lawrence Welk, both the Eisenhowers and the Nixons dug him. Ike tapped his foot vigorously in time with I've Got Spurs That Jingle Jangle Jingle and smiled at such old favorites as A Little Bit of Heaven. The President asked Welk: "Don't you know The Yellow Rose of Texas?" Replied Welk: "Well, if we don't we can certainly make it up." Then, reports a White House aide, Welk and his band proceeded to do just that. No one could recognize the tune...
...around the corner on Lexington. Like Holly, she is an avid amateur folk singer with many theatrical and offbeat friends. Like Holly, Bonnie says: "I just love cats. The cat thing corresponds, and all the hair-washing and a lot of little things hither and yon." One bit of Hollyana to which Bonnie makes no claim: "I've never, absolutely never, had a Lesbian roommate...
...scanty audience increased in its passivity, a small and amateur claque caused a good bit of rustling and unrest in the back of the hall, distracting the audience and perhaps insulting it by hoots of enthusiasm that the paying customers could not share. If he's any sort of professional (and the program claims he certainly is), Mr.Murray, the director, should take these urchins across his knee...