Word: browed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...King of Swing has changed his tune. What Benny Goodman blows nowadays is apt to come out classical and strictly correct. He does his sleeping at night, and every day he practices from three to six hours. "If you get out of practice," Benny explains, mopping his brow, "you lose your lip. It's a physical kind of thing. You gotta be in shape even to just stand there and have this thing hung onto ya." After practice Benny relaxes by the fire in his Connecticut country home, sipping coffee sweetened with saccharin. At 43 he still looks like...
Like Victoria at her first Parliament, Elizabeth II has not yet been crowned. Her crown was borne before her on a crimson cushion by the Marquess of Salisbury; a coronet of diamonds and pearls took the crown's place on her brow. A velvet robe caped with ermine hung from her shoulders, its 6-yd. train supported by two page boys. At her left walked her husband, Philip, who foreswore the traditional trappings of a Royal Duke for the dress uniform of a naval commander.* He guided Elizabeth to a spot just before her throne and stepped down...
...seemed to be television's unblinking eye. Explained a spokesman, Sir Robert Knox: "Those moments of coronation will demand all the Queen's concentration. Under direct television she would be acutely conscious of every movement. She might feel the need to touch her face or mop her brow and would know that every tiny gesture . . . was being relayed everywhere." Even worse: "One could expect that this very sacred ceremony would be watched by people in a bar, for instance...
...Malden, close up, you could see the President was wearing heavy make-up. On his face was eye-brow pencil and rouge; his jowels sagged, and he looked very old. "Now all I want you to do is examine the record . . . . See how Republicans have voted in Congress . . . . then go and vote for your own interest . . . keep things the way they are . . . vote Democrat." The crowd was with him. "Let me introduce my biggest asset." Truman was beaming. "Margic, come here." Margaret waved. Then, one by one, the welcoming committee stopped up to the platform and shook hands with...
Chairman William Cartwright mopped his brow and thought a moment. What was the now-lost customer's complaint? Something about "Light Brunswick Green"? The chairman sent for a can of the paint in question. There it was, marked with the firm's label, "Light Brunswick Green." He opened it. The paint was bright...