Word: cool
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...nation that could afford to enjoy itself. On terraces high above torpid Manhattan, in screened lanais in Dallas and Miami, and in cattle camps along the Mexican border, Americans grilled their steaks and warded off the heat with long, cool drinks. Caravans of tourists swarmed to the mountains and national parks. Ten thousand pleasure craft were anchored in California's San Diego and Mission bays, and beaches everywhere were jammed. Minneapolis braced itself for 50,000 fun-loving American Legionnaires on convention bent. Almost every event seemed to draw big crowds: thousands of Chicagoans tensely watched the league-leading...
...governments move into the cool, white villas the colonial officials left behind, the continent is clearly slated for a series of strongman governments. No more pointed advice exists for the African politician than the pseudo-Biblical com mandment inscribed at the bottom of Kwame Nkrumah's statue, which stands outside the Ghana Parliament. "Seek ye first the political kingdom," it says, "and all other things shall be added unto...
...voice is smiling and seductive: "We'll go away together . . . Come away love, come away." The voice is big and bold: "Hey, you fool you! Why so cool you!" The voice is sad and soft behind real tears as the lights go down: "Only yesterday, when the world was young . . ." Whatever the tempo, Tin-Pan or torchy, the songs of Felicia Sanders throb with a strange, sinewy vitality in the basement's air-cooled dark. The mikes and the speakers and the slow-changing spotlights are superfluous. When Felicia sings, the silence beyond the stage is the silence...
Just as if she cannot believe her success, Felicia sweats out each entrance with nail-gnawing tension. But once in the spotlight, the lady is a cool and practiced performer. The nervous novice who got her first big break six years ago as the unknown vocalist on Percy Faith's recorded sleeper, Song from Moulin Rouge, has since given herself the polish of a pro. No longer does she settle for the stiff, tight-backed stance, the black, high-necked dresses and Peter Pan collars with which she turned her earliest act into a vague imitation of French Songstress...
...struggle that holds all Spain enthralled as it watches the two: haughty, handsome Luis Dominguin, 33, the sometime international playboy whose cool style can crackle with showmanship, and boyish Antonio Ordoñez, whose classic passes flare with the brilliance that fires aficionados into ecstasy. Each is a millionaire, but each cares more for his craft than cash. And each is fond of holding up a forefinger, smiling faintly and declaring: "Yo, el primero...