Word: careful
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Paris' Orly Airport, and was content to live simply and anonymously. Rayon, on his trail, said he felt sorry for Paulo, bought him a drink, and told him the truth. The young heir said he was not surprised, and added, "I don't care about their filthy money." But he agreed to disappear for a time...
...melancholy man turned up last year as a possible suitor: the hawk-nosed, greying Shah of Iran, 39, able and conscientious, divorced from his Queen Soraya and badly needing a son for his heirless kingdom. Attracted by published pictures of Princess Ella, he went to Geneva ostensibly for dental care, was a dinner guest at the sprawling Merlinge villa where Ella lives with ex-Queen Marie José. After the Shah departed, the Italian press clamored so loudly that lovely Ella again visited her native land. At a press conference, after some pensive thought, she told reporters that...
...have more peace of mind than I've ever known," exulted jade-eyed Cinemactress Gene Tierney last fall, serene after eight months of psychiatric care at Kansas' famed Menninger Clinic (TIME, Sept. 29). Last week 20th Century-Fox sadly announced that Actress Tierney would not be able to report next month for work on what was to be her first picture since 1955's The Left Hand of God. Of her own volition, she had re-entered the clinic for further treatment...
...involved in a lot of burglaries," the pretty blonde told Kansas City police, "and I couldn't have done it without a shot. When you're on that stuff, you just don't care. I was even a prostitute for three months." The "stuff," explained Sharon Pollard, 21, and now in jail for smuggling a revolver to her jailed boy friend and partner in crime, comes from a 75? inhaler intended only for clearing stuffy noses. But if its active chemical ingredient, amphetamine, is dissolved and injected into a vein, it packs a wallop. Last week...
...shop called King Alfred's Kitchen. She puts up jam; he musingly produces about one poem every six weeks. "Almost any age seems civilized except that in which I live," he once wrote. "But it's wrong to think my verse ironical. I write of things I care about." In The Old Liberals he hauntingly evoked not only the archaic graces of two old people playing chamber music together in the dusk, but the waning echoes...