Word: charm
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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TIME'S July 25 story on Premier Bulganin was most entertaining reading. "A splendidly caparisoned beefeater," "a Soviet Schweppes-man, peddling bottled charm" was top-class light reading . . . One impression I got . . . there seem to be human beings . . . in Russia at the moment...
Smiling with goateed charm, Premier Bulganin shook hands with them all. He kissed a little girl, and beckoned the guests to wander at large through cool woods and beside ornamental lakes, photographing whatever they desired. He himself helped U.S. Ambassador Charles Bohlen's daughter catch three fish, and he played with Italian Ambassador Di Stefano's ten-year-old son. Lunch was served under a canvas canopy in the open air. A military band played and a Red army bugler called the guests to table...
...headlines, Tennessee's unwilted Democratic Senator Estes Kefauver inspiredly produced a composite of attributes for the perfect, unbeatable politician (who turned out to be 2/15 Republican, 13/15 Democratic. The Keef's Republicans: Dwight Eisenhower for his smile, Maine's Senator Margaret Chase Smith for her gracious charm. The Democrats: Adlai Stevenson for his wit, Missouri's Senator Stuart Symington for good looks, Georgia's Senator Walter George for his voice, Oregon's Senator Wayne Morse for mental agility, Georgia's Senator Richard Russell for fairness, Washington's Senator Henry Jackson for enduring...
Goya had wriggled out of his old, gregarious personality. He emerged as the dour genius the world now knows. In the fading, Baroque art of Goya's day, charm was the watchword. Goya brushed charm aside; he no longer cared to please. Throughout his career, he had listened to others' orders and carried them out amiably enough. Now he no longer heard his orders; he gradually ceased to obey, and even to reply. Except for official portraits, Goya's art stopped being a succession of answers to the world's demands and became simply statements...
...familiar, marketable love story of the 30s about a poor working girl (25% Irish) and a Philadelphia scion (seventh-generation Main Line). The well-paced narrative (girl meets boy, girl gets boy, boy does not marry girl) was not helped by the predictability of the incidents nor the faded charm of slick writing about young love. On TV, Kitty was just an old-fashioned tearjerker with not enough strength left to jerk the tears...