Word: cool
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Communism" and that therefore he decided to move over and back Democratic Candidate John Kennedy. The day the Post's Kennedy-for-Senator editorial appeared, by Fox's account, Fox talked to Joseph Patrick Kennedy, multimillionaire father of the candidate, who agreed to lend Fox a cool $500,000-and later achieved the feat of getting it back. John Kennedy won the Senate by a slim 70,000 votes, and Fox still claims credit for his election...
...been unseasonably moist and June unreasonably cool, but this week New York City's 7,795,471 residents finally read unmistakable signposts of an impending weather change - and with it a threat of sociological change. Shortened were Manhattan's winter skyscraper shadows; the tall towers of stone, glass and burnished metal reached upward nearly shadowless under the hazy midday...
...Jordan meets other Phoenix Islanders, she begins to feel that only the sun, sea and sand qualify as neither phony nor vicious. There is a Beat Generation bop-talker who tries to soft-sell Jordan on a cool love affair. There is a native Neanderthal man who tries to pin Jordan to the floorboards of the half-built ginmill in which he hopes to mulct the summer trade. There are assorted homosexuals, spivish repairmen and alcoholics-unanimous from TV, ad alley and publishers' row. The crisis on which the plot slowly turns is whether the Neanderthal man will complete...
...Cool Depths. Choreographer Robbins brought four ballets to Spoleto: Todd Bolender's Games, plus his own New York Export-Opus Jazz, Afternoon of a Faun and The Concert. In this quartet, Jazz-which Robbins regards as "my most important ballet in a long time"-was the only wholly new work. Set to a jazz-flavored score by Manhattan-born Composer Robert Prince, it offered a back-alley view of the "postures, attitudes and rhythms" of the teen-agers who run and "rumble" on U.S. city streets...
...twelve kids snaking around the stage and into a shoulder-shrugging, foot-dragging pantomime of exaggerated futility known as "The Slop." Deadpanned, stony-eyed, the dancers stalked the stage in chilling isolation, occasionally made wary, shoulder-grazing efforts to come together, then drifted off again into the kind of cool depths no adult can plumb. The audience sat solemn-faced, but greeted the final curtain with a roar of applause...