Word: buttoned
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Shortly before 1 p.m., Dirksen and Percy escorted Barry to the Grecian Room, presented him to the delegates. Wearing a PERCY FOR GOVERNOR button, Goldwater rambled for a few minutes about the need for party unity and harmony, especially mentioned his civil rights vote, and said: "I will accept the civil rights plank of the platform, and as President will uphold and enforce the civil rights law. As President, I would want an Attorney General who would enforce the law. My Attorney General would uphold the law or I would get another one." He said that segregation is "foolishness...
...concerned with style, not the spotlight, and with grace, not gimmicks. Never fussy without purpose, his talent lies in taste and a discriminating eye, in a flair for fabric and a sense of color, in a subtle bit of seamwork, an intricate set of pleats, a bead, a button, some spangles, a feather. Norell is neither set in his ways, like Mainbocher, nor out to amaze like Rudi Gernreich (of the topless-suit Gernreichs). He is a fashion moderate in step with the day, inventive but practical, inspired but patient. His virtues have paid off in a long line...
...Talk. Last week, under a scorching noon sun, Lyndon nonpolitically cultivated a group of businessmen in the White House Rose Garden. The guests were gathered for a presidential pep talk about the proposed new International Executive Service Corps, a kind of bluechip, button-down Peace Corps. "The program we are launching today," said Lyndon, "is an inspiring example of sane and sensible, responsible and constructive cooperation between Government and private enterprise...
Unable to open the elevator door, the woman (Olivia) presses the panic button. In the service street behind the house an alarm begins to jangle. A drunken derelict hears it, wanders up to the kitchen door, peeks in, sees a bottle of wine vinegar, deliriously smashes a window pane, enters the house and goes staggering through it in search of liquid plunder...
There was a strangely routine air about the rocket test. No exasperating, last-minute delays, no long, apprehensive countdowns - someone simply pressed a button and a dagger of pale yellow flame spewed skyward. White smoke climbed above the dry hills, and an enormous roar echoed along the California-Mexico border. After exactly 109 seconds, as scheduled, silence came back to the test stand...