Word: corduroyed
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Another variation on the theme is a stretch suit (Ernest Engel: $130) that features a convertible collar and bell-bottom pants that fit-over the boot (an inner sleeve runs inside the boot to keep out the snow). Even knickers, once available only in bulky corduroy and baggy wool, now come in stretch-fabric that hugs the hips and thighs tighter-and rather more attractively -than a girdle...
With "nothing much to do," the four Manhattan girls (average age: 24) organized a rock 'n' roll combo called the What Four, designed wide-wale corduroy jump suits for themselves to wail in, tailored a couple of rock tunes to order, and then, reading success in a lot of tea leaves, invited a movie photographer to film a documentary of their "inevitable" jumping to fame. The What Four: Lillian Pogan on lead guitar, Elizabeth Burke on drums, China Girard on rhythm guitar, and on bass guitar, Diane Hartford, wife of A. & P. Heir Huntington Hartford, who invited...
...such designer is Yale's retiring chairman of the architecture department, Paul Rudolph, 46, who has declared "war on the all-glass wall." With his recent pharmaceutical factory for the Endo Laboratories, Rudolph has built a small Carcassonne, a bastion of corduroy-textured concrete, a fortress of suspended turrets and slender windowed embrasures (see opposite). "The building says I'm going to be here awhile," says the architect...
That chap at the faculty tea, the fellow just over there by the sandwiches, the one wearing a T shirt and corduroy pants, is he - yes, he is, it's the artist in residence! More and more, the egocentric, emotional and often nonconformist artist is being enticed into the disciplined serenity of academic life - generally to the jolting benefit of both...
...than the death he suspects. Along the way he flashes a prose that is occasionally quite memorable, as when he explains why any boy in the valley would want to grow up to be a miner: "There was, you understand, the ambition for the walk of the miners in corduroy trousers, with yorks under the knees to stop the loose coal running down into your boots and the rats from running up inside your trousers, and the lamp in the cap on the head, and the bandy muscle-bound strut of the lords of the coalface...