Word: coyness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...husband-to-be ("I'll tell you what he's like: he's a man, and that's a rare thing to find these days"), the coal miner's daughter, whose 1954 divorce from Winthrop Rockefeller brought her a $6,400,000 settlement, was coy about her wedding date. "I hope," she cooed, "we don't take as long to get married as we did to decide...
...book's blurb, but it is going to be a traumatic moment for the Duvoisin reader when he graduates to Gunsmoke and learns that people shoot not only animals but other people. Then there is Patrick Michael Kevin, by Betty Peckinpah (Lothrop, Lee & Shepard; $2.75), an implacably coy account of a little boy with long red hair and eight sisters, and how he survived the Freudian experience of having his curls cropped. Clearly, this sort of thing is aimed not at the child but at auntie and grandma, who will buy the books...
...picked up the bogus information that I spend six months of the year in a Buddhist monastery and the other six in a mental institution." One source of bogus information is the author himself; in the jacket blurb for Franny and Zooey, which he wrote himself, he says with coy fraudulence that "I live in Westport with my dog." The dark facts are that he has not lived in Westport or had a dog for years. But to disprove such rumors and humors involves infiltrating a distant-early-warning system equipped to detect journalists half a continent away...
Crahay, of the house of Ricci, plunges décolletage both fore and aft (either one or the other, not both at once), swirls one-armed capes around suits and coats. Balmain's tubular sheaths stick to the body like spies but turn coy beneath coverup chiffon overlayers. Goma's collection-the theme is "looping the loop"- shows wasp waists and a high bustline. Griffe, who claims to have "rediscovered woman," calls his shape the "jet line," fans permanent pleating out from just underneath the arms or from mid-front and back to the hem. Jacques Heim...
...power. But the modern city, New York included, is really a huge, rubbery shell. In the dead of night it collapses just like a deflated balloon, and each morning it is pumped back to life again, not with air but electricity. As little Reddy Kilowatt-the power companies' coy public-relations name for juice -swarms all over town, subways scuttle, elevators shoot, lamps light, machines sew, write, add, cool, talk, sing and growl...