Word: candidate
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Susceptible to Flattery. As the force that created this empire, Conrad Hilton might be expected to be as calculating, as antiseptic and as glossily sophisticated as his hotels. The surprise about Hilton is that he is so much like the guests he caters to. Boyish, candid, trusting, he never fails to be amazed and pleased-even astonished-by the world around him. He cannot get over the speed of jet planes or his possession of a $100 Texas-style Stetson, whose price he mentions to anyone who will listen. He is susceptible to even the most transparent flattery. "You know...
...encounters that rare species, the Vassar girl, Alan Simpson will no doubt remain a witty, candid and ingratiating foe of highfalutin humbug in language or learning. Not that he equates the straightforward with the rough-and-ready. British-born and an Oxford graduate, he joined the University of Chicago faculty in 1946 as a newly demobbed Royal Artillery major and rose to become dean of the college. "On coming to the United States," Simpson recalls, "I was struck by the style in clothes, cars, and homes, but unfortunately the American mind chugs along like a Model T - persevering and rugged...
...biggest scrap company. Last month Ogden reported that sales-30% from scrap and the rest from other activities-dropped from $436 million in 1961 to $406 million last year; its Luria scrap division lost money for the first time in its 74-year history. Ogden's candid President Ralph Ablon, 46, admits that the scrapmen's current troubles stem partly from their past excesses. Says he: "During the sellers' market of the past, scrap acquired the characteristics of doubtful quality, uncertain supply and high, fluctuating price...
...Wrong Arm of the Law. Sneaky Pete Sellers as a raffish Raffles heads a gang of candid-camera jewel robbers...
Nearly every term-time Thursday afternoon for the last two decades, Mary Baker-Wilbraham Perkins peering out over a tea tray in the drawing room at 50 Holyoke Street, has held court. Hers has been a court of candid whimsy and grace which two thousand men of Lowell treasure among their Harvard recollections. For twenty-three years she has been the social overseer of Lowell House, while Elliott Perkins, her husband, has been its Master...