Word: cocktailing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...colleagues find him chilly. He is on a first-name basis with such key officials as Dean Acheson, John Snyder, State's Assistant Secretary Jack Hickerson. With the more intellectual U.S. policymakers, e.g., Planner George Kennan, he spends long quiet evenings, far from the distracting clink of the cocktail glasses. Although he has deliberately thawed his manner-as part of his job of thawing U.S. dollars, Franks's conversation still reflects the icy clarity of his mind...
...onetime arranger for Paul Whiteman, Jeanne got into show business at the age of 13 on Toledo's station WSPD ("It was pretty much the same show I do now"). After graduating from New York University, she scored a modest success touring the Midwest, playing and singing in cocktail lounges. Then she married Salesman Sid Landau ("I can't understand why people always laugh when I tell them Sid sells zippers") and moved to Brooklyn...
...Navy spokesmen said the visit was "informal but official." The less friendly U.S. embassy underlined the "nonpolitical" significance of the visit by keeping away from all ceremonies on the Navy's behalf, and limiting official recognition of Admiral Conolly's presence to a private cocktail party in the chargé d'affaires' home. Unlike the Navy, which thinks of Spain as a neglected sector of Western Europe's defense, State thinks that the only way to liberalize Franco's regime is through the hostility of U.S. opinion towards the Spanish dictator. Now, wailed...
...another sitting with Photographer Henry Gravneek. She retouched her make-up in the taxi. Says she: "It makes for the most interesting variations depending on which way the driver takes the bumps." As she entered the studio, Designer Taylor was on hand to introduce Lisa to the black cocktail dress she was to model. While the designer pulled and pinned the dress into place, she patted Lisa Fonssagrives' modest bosom and said: "Darling, you'll simply have to fill that out. You know what I want-the Maxime look...
Said one visitor from Los Angeles, who had managed to breakfast on a symphony concert, lunch on T. S. Eliot's new play, The Cocktail Party (see THEATER), and sup on Verdi's A Masked Ball: "I feel as if I had eaten too much plum pudding. But the awful thing is I want more...