Word: corking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...begs Robert, and Robert obligingly turns the attempted suicide into a murder. The farm boy's explanation to the police: "They shoot horses, don't they?" Yes, they do-but only when the animal is broken. As Fonda plays the part, Gloria is a born survivor, a cork of a woman who would bob to the surface of a sewer or an ocean...
...silence drawn from striped pools. Gilbert Stuart's Flautist is a man cut off from that silence, from wife and children, village, home. He sits soulnaked, haltered in other men's finery. Stuart, the master ironist who gave us a grandmotherly George Washington, here portrays a burnt-cork-face minstrel in reverse. This is a handsome black musician masked, glassed, in a transparent nightmare of snow white. The score before him is withered moonlight. The snakes who wove a raft to carry him have fled away beneath the sea. He holds his flute still, as a drowning...
...that prevailed during his presidency of France, Charles de Gaulle flew off last week for an unexpected visit to the Irish seashore. De Gaulle and his wife Yvonne traveled by French military jet from a small airport near their country home at Colombey-les-Deux-Eglises to the Cork airport. They were met by Prime Minister Jack Lynch and a band of other officials, who hastily assembled to welcome their illustrious guest. The De Gaulles then left by police-escorted limousine for the tiny village of Sneem in County Kerry. There, in a secluded bit of southwestern Ireland, where...
...Lots of them, aren't there? Probably even greater than the number of euphemisms we've invented for the black. That's fairly good index of exactly how much our society fears homosexuals. Of course we feared the blacks, too, feared them even while we chucked 'em under their cork-blackened chins. But we feared them precisely because they were hetero. Aggressively so, we thought. And so we quickly learned how to castrate them. And we smiled benevolently and we told ourselves they were smiling back...
Died. Cameron Hawley, 63, bestselling author, whose four novels were mainly reflections of his 24 years as a businessman; of a heart attack; in Marathon, Fla. Hawley retired from Armstrong Cork Co. in 1951 to write his first novel, Executive Suite, a simplistic look at high-level corporate intrigue, and followed that with two more variations on the same theme (Cash Mc-Call, The Lincoln Lords), all of which made him far wealthier than most of his business colleagues. He suffered a heart attack in 1962, and his recent novel, The Hurricane Years, is a disquieting disquisition on the physiological...