Word: curling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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MAGAZINES The buzz of cocktail chatter and the clink of ice cubes shrink the vast room with its monumental fireplace, paneled walls, beamed 22-ft. ceiling and two suits of medieval armor. Soft, round girls curl up with boy friends on couches beneath immense paintings by Franz Kline and Larry Rivers. The men are relaxed, confident, plainly well off. A scene straight out of Playboy magazine? Precisely. The men are mostly magazine employees, and the girls are some of the 24 bunnies who room upstairs. A couple of centerfold "Playmates," disarmingly pretty and ingenuous-looking in party dresses, sip Pepsi...
...forearm with a razorblade. The scene is beautifully shot with relentlessly detached clinicism that is almost unbearable. In Lerner, Hunter has faithfully recorded the conventions of the French/American tough guy: his slovenlieness, his resistance, his attempt to be sphynxlike. But in the character's most Bogartian moment, a curl of the lip at an actor who is strutting out a characterization in front of the mirror in the Loeb green room, Lerner fails to convince us that he isn't posturing a bit himself. He, too, is fascinated by mirrors, particularly the fold-out, floor-length mirror in the Loeb...
...Living Curl. Yet few would rule out a rapprochement. In the Senate, after all, Dirksen is the acknowledged master of compromise. And it would not be the first time that the Senator has withdrawn from show biz. He made his first farewell bow to the boards some 40 years ago in Pekin, Ill., after he had starred in and married the leading lady of a local theatrical. In Pekin, he also co-authored and directed a two-act comedy called Chinese Love, which tells of Sing Loo's pursuit of the blossom of his eye, Pan Toy. Sample dialogue...
...that his hair, which was duplicated, ringlet by unruly ringlet, in a recent sculpture by Rube Goldberg, now cascades over his ears and down his neck with Joanie Phoanie abandon, and the great wave atop his head looks as if it had been locked in place with Living Curl. In a certain light, there even seems to be a new tint of gold among the silver threads-though only his hairdresser knows for sure...
...Love. When he is not playing adman, businessman, referee and editor, Cerf devotes a good part of his time to keeping his authors happy. Fortunately, he enjoys it, even when his high-strung writers curl into knots. He likes to tell about the time that Sinclair Lewis spent a night at the Cerf apartment. "He had dinner," Cerf recalls, "and we were all sitting at the table. Then Bill Faulkner called up and said he was in town. I told Lewis and asked him, could Bill come over? Lewis said, 'Certainly not. This is my night!' Then...