Word: caviar
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...TIME-Lou Harris Poll on changing morality that includes these findings: 1) Most Americans believe that "a white grocer who sells green tomatoes to a black customer is worse than a white Russian who sells red caviar on the black market," and 2) "94% believed that if God had meant man to take drugs on the street, He wouldn't have invented drugstores...
...protruding buttress. Space within the castle walls is so limited that directors of the six-hour production were forced to choose between feeding the guests or providing lavatories for them. There will be no food, so the assembled dignitaries will be forced to smuggle in their own champagne and caviar. If they want a memento of the occasion, they can take home their chairs as souvenirs at the price of $30. Onlookers in the stand outside the castle must ante up $24 each for tickets...
...villas in black Chaikas and Volgas whose windshields bore special green-and-white passes, the Communist leaders-some 300 from 75 parties-were deposited at the Kremlin before 10 a.m. each morning. After four hours of eloquence, the delegates had a two-hour break. Most of them dined on caviar and cold cuts in the first-floor dining room of the Great Kremlin Palace. In a pointed show of conviviality, Soviet Party Boss Leonid Brezhnev, Premier Aleksei Kosygin and other Russian leaders pulled up chairs to various tables and joined the foreign delegates. Then it was back to business...
...Thomas Wolfe wrote those lines in 1935, the ocean liner was a way of life. Presidents and prime ministers, poets and kings, actors and novelists, rode the great ships between the Western continents. Rockefellers, Astors, and Vanderbilts wore white tie and tails to the captain's gala, nibbled caviar in the lounges and sipped champagne on the promenade decks, their long-gowned ladies at their sides. A maiden voyage was an epochal social event...
...biography of Hemingway [April 18]: There is no truth to the story that Hemingway and I ever came to blows. Far from it. Indeed, when I was sure Hemingway was making cracks at me, I decided to control my temper, and with considerable disdain began to spread caviar on dry toast, chatting with my friends Sir Pitt Applecore-Bart, his wife Schlubbie of the British Empire five-and-dime, and Prince Eddie Rattone, her best friend. For a moment I felt we had scored, but suddenly, in a rather loud voice, Hemingway disputed my bravery at scary movies, and naturally...