Word: ets
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...regard to my old friend Robert Motherwell's designing a label for Rothschild wines [May 30], I think you might have found it interesting to mention my name along with Picasso, Chagall, et al., as the first American to create a label for Baron Philippe de Rothschild in 1959, for one of the great vintages of this century. Motherwell himself will remember sharing my first signed bottle of 1959 Mouton when we dined with him and Helen Frankenthaler in 1962, right after I received my shipment of cases from France...
...rapid self-enrichers seem to be motivated by greed. It seems more likely that they recognize "money, pur et simple," in Bagehot's phrase, as the shortest, speediest route to public recognition, self-esteem and power-or, simply, security in a threatening world...
...David (Bruce Kirby), the cub reporter, and Frank (Jon Korkes), the conscientious editor who is undercut repeatedly by his boss. What they all have in common, besides their affiliation with what Max calls the "Monongahela Backwash," is the low-keyed energy with which they are played. Michael, Laura, Harry et al seem like real people, even though they don't always seem like real journalists...
...string of victories dating back to a May 1973 loss to Northeastern in the Eastern sprints, the record of five straight Adams Cup triumphs, the tradition of the Shealy, Cashin et al "rude and smooth" crews and of last year's surprise championship boat--all were shattered by the razor-thin loss...
...British dragon while the noble St. George and bands like Pink Floyd, the Yardbirds, and even Led Zeppelin were occupied with the last flashbacks of acid rock or otherwise engaged. Subsequently, two mutant musical offspring of thest evolved with the Godzilla-ish anti-heroics of Deep Purple, Bad Company, et. al. and the Kong-ish comparatively well mannered Queen and various courtiers. Well, personally, I don't care much more for the sugary-coated spring-bolts of, say, Queen's music, than I do for the sight of a drooling Fay-Wray-hypnotised Kong. Give me Bad Company...