Word: cigars
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Feast. As the car plowed through a snowstorm along the turnpike, Rubinstein gaily sang along with the car radio in a voice that sounded like a gargling cello. He pulled out a great smokestack of a cigar, passed it beneath his nose, pierced one end, lit it, puffed three times, closed his eyes, leaned back and sighed, "Ahhh, good!" Basking in a lazy curl of smoke, he mused: "At every concert I leave a lot to the moment. I must have the unexpected, the unforeseen. I want to risk, to dare. I want to be surprised by what comes...
...Zionist movement finally saw daylight last week. CBS Board Chairman William Paley announced plans to convert the site of the defunct Stork Club (TIME, Oct. 15) into a lot-size (42 ft. by 100 ft.) public park as a memorial to his father, Cigar Czar Samuel Paley, who died in 1963. The $1,000,000 plaza, which is to be completed this summer, will be New York's first midtown "waistcoat" park, and the first privately endowed public park in the city. Designed by Zion, it will feature a canopy of 24 intertwined locust trees, individual chairs...
...Secret Agent Derek Flint, James Coburn works for an outfit called ZOW1E. He opposes Galaxy, a criminal conspiracy "bigger than Spectre." He carries a pocket lighter with 82 different functions, "83 if you wish to light a cigar," and keeps four mistresses, not counting Galaxy's Gila Golan. Galaxy owns a machine that prepares all five girls to serve as "pleasure units." Viewers who believe that exaggeration equals excellence ought to enjoy Flint's machine-made pleasures immensely...
...season, and the familiar cry went up: "The Celtics are dead!" Well, last week the Celtics, winners of seven straight N.B.A. titles, were leading the league again, and Center Bill Russell decided to set the record straight. "There," he said, pointing to a chunky man chewing on a fat cigar, "is The Man. This is his team. He put us together. He keeps us together. And he makes...
...Cigar clenched at a jaunty angle between his teeth, manila folder clamped firmly under his arm, Arthur Schlesinger bustled about the corridors of the White House in brisk, choppy steps, now stopping in for a chat with the President, now exchanging gossip with a colleague, now hurrying off to a meeting in the Cabinet Room. Rare was the party that he missed. He turned up regularly at Bobby Kennedy's Hickory Hill seminars, and once, fully dressed, he slipped or was pushed (the record does not show which) into Bobby's pool. He seemed to know everybody-actresses...