Word: bouquet
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...case for the whole family, involving payments made to all of us," said he. One member of the family was puzzled. Said Mrs. Eleanor Roosevelt: "I never collected anything." Curly-haired Crooner Eddie Fisher, 33, opened at Hollywood's Cocoanut Grove, and everything came up roses-including a bouquet of 50 lavender long-stems from someone in Rome who signed herself "Elizabeth." He sang an hour's worth of love songs (This Nearly Was Mine, It Never Entered My Mind), got a standing ovation from a crowd of 1,000, hugs and handshakes from Mentor Eddie Cantor...
TWENTY-ONE STORIES, by Graham Greene (245 pp.; Viking; $3.95). Any new book by Graham Greene, the British alchemist skilled at transmuting complex metaphysical problems of guilt and God into goose flesh, is a literary event. But Twenty-One Stories is also a tribute to publishing ingenuity. The present bouquet of Greenery has been compiled simply by taking a 1949 collection called Nineteen Stones, throwing out one, and adding three. The old stories are still able to trouble the sleep. The three new ones are predictably grim, and well up to the author's average-one good, one excellent...
...wounded knowledge of the "world full of grey" is the source of Brown's idiom-a varied and appealing bouquet of jazz, folk music and the blues. He snaps from one mood to the next with commanding effect, leading his audience through the street scenes that echo in his music. With porkpie hat and elbows locked to his hips in the pose of the cool twist, he sings a celebration of the street-corner king. The song ends with a spin, a pause, and Brown turns back to his listeners-a mask of pain that conjures up the setting...
Inevitably, there were the prescribed calls. Jackie journeyed to the burning ghat on the Jumna River, laid a bouquet of white roses on the spot where Gandhi was cremated in 1948. Visiting a home for vagrant boys in Delhi and the children's ward of a hospital, she made her first namastes-the Indian palms-together greeting-and tried out her Hindi ("What is your name?"). She also paid a call on India's President Rajendra Prasad at the presidential palace in New Delhi, and though she ate Western food during most of her trip, gamely dug into...
...rebirth. For many, it was a time to be in the country, where the streams quickened and the air was soft and inviting. But it was in the great cities, where nature is often no more than a slit of sky above the concrete canyons or a bouquet on a secretary's desk, that the rites of spring were most warmly celebrated. In Manhattan, the center stripe down Fifth Avenue turned leprechaun green (as it always does in spring), and 120,000 people marched in honor of an ancient Irish saint. In German Bierstuben, Milwaukee toasted spring with...