Word: eiffel
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...were the paintings-almost too successful. Dufy never lets nature trouble him; he uses it, like a seasoned chef making a salad. The fresh green of a hillside, the blue of the Mediterranean, the delicate lilt of a racing horse, the crisp lines of the Eiffel Tower, the smoke of a train or the plump pinkness of a nude are all equally his dish. Crippled with arthritis, he sometimes has to strap his brush to his hand but (like Renoir, who was also arthritic) he permits only pleasure and good taste to appear in his work...
...Stadium, a metal tower is going up. Rumor has it that the tower is for television or something of the kind, but there is no reason to believe that insidious little story. Surely there is enough madness in the world already without a misplaced francophile trying to rival the Eiffel Tower with the sole aid of an erector set, thereby destroying Harvard's architectural symmetry...
...Paris, they tell the story of the man who fall off the Eiffel tower. As he passed the platform halfway down, an observer heard him mutter. "Well, I'm all right so far." So it is with skijumping, anybody can still sail through the air; it's when you hit the ground that you have to start worrying...
...wife (a sculptor) and three aides, called for a tree-dotted, 80-acre area around the arch with two museums, an open-air theater, a tea terrace, a frontier village and five sculptural monuments. The arch itself, said proud St. Louisans, would mark their city like the Eiffel Tower or the Washington Monument...
...center of Paris, the pilgrims were joined by a shock troop of art students in weird disguises (see cut). In the afternoon, the proprietors of all the Paris dress houses threw parties for their midinettes (Christian Dior gave his on the first platform of the Eiffel Tower). The spirit of the occasion was best summarized by one reveler who threw a Camembert, in just the right state of decomposition, up to the ceiling; there it stuck, slowly dripping cheese on the gaiety below...