Word: fasts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...would guess," says Anti-Poverty Director Sargent Shriver of his nine-month-old Office of Economic Opportunity, "that no Federal Government program in peacetime has ever gone so far so fast, or ever zeroed in so well." With $793 million allocated and another $1.5 billion requested, the anti-poverty program has indeed gone a long way in a short time; now, by Shriver's count, it directly affects 1,735,000 people.* How well it has zeroed in is a question that is being debated throughout much...
Opinions differ on the essence of his appeal. Elsa Maxwell defined it as being "so unbelievably charming and thoughtful that you are off guard before you know it." Zsa Zsa Gabor said he was "a gentleman who should have been born a hundred years ago-this century is too fast for him, too cold." Men were apt to dismiss his allure as a capacity for taking infinite pains in the pursuit of pleasure: having a match flaming by the time a woman's cigarette touched her lips, for example, or being, as his old Paris nickname of "Toujours...
...script bounces so fast from cliche to cliche that you have barely enough time to recover from one proverb before bang comes the next. "Baby," says agent Arthur Landau to his fledgling actress Jean as he extracts one dollar from her first day's pay, "one day you're going to resent that ten per cent." And sure enough, about one hour later, she does...
...even the perfect size: small enough to squeeze into the 2-ft.-wide cockpit of a 1,000-lb. Formula I car, big enough to see over its bonnet. He has the hands and arms of a jockey; his eyesight is phenomenal. His reflexes are so fast that he could probably pluck a fly out of midair. Clark's business adviser, John Stephenson, remembers a midwinter ride in a sedan with Jim two years ago. "The road was wet and frosty," says Stephenson. "Suddenly we were going into a tight downhill lefthander. I figured it as a 70-m.p.h...
...Clark joined the Border Reivers, a Scottish auto-racing club-whose dark blue crash helmet he still wears today. From the start, recalls Fellow Border Reiver Ian Scott Wat son, "Jim drove so fast that most people were scared stiff to sit next to him." Among the 150-odd trophies lying around the 500-year-old farmhouse at Edington Mains is a block of black wood with three toy cars (a Porsche, a Triumph, a Jaguar) mounted on top, along with the inscription...