Word: fats
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Minneapolis Public Relations Man Fred Fadell got $24,700 a year from the foundation, also collected fat payoffs from Empire Industries and its successors-a total of $344,300 from 1951 to 1959. Fadell split the take from Empire with ex-Mayor Kline, giving him a total of $113,750, plus a piano. For a while, Fadell also had Kline's son and daughter on the payroll of his public relations firm. It was obvious from Attorney General Mondale's report that the foundation's board of directors, made up of prominent businessmen and civic leaders...
...hanging head downward, like the dead, degraded Mussolini. Moscow has staged Hamlet as an army plot against the King, with Ophelia a court whore who played the mad scene drunk. In Manhattan a group of feminists staged an all-female Lear, and a Polish actor played Shylock as a fat, wisecracking Broadway type. At Stratford, Ont., Tyrone Guthrie mounted a brilliant, modern-dress All's Well That Ends Well in which the almost Ibsenite heroine became a waifish debutante and the play's "Florentine widow" turned into a wonderful old madam catering to occupation troops...
...stalled streetcars and commuters' trains. Japan, according to Akira Iwai, "is under the control of American and Japanese capitalists," and he opposes the Security Pact because it "can only antagonize our two powerful neighbors on the continent," Red China and the Soviet Union. Sohyo is nominally run by fat, moonfaced Kaoru Ota, 48, but the real power is firmly in Iwai's ambitious grasp...
...objection: it has a long-term debt of $393 million and makes fat and steady profits, while the Central has a debt of $976 million and has a spotty earnings record. A merger of the C. & O., the nation's biggest soft-coal carrier...
...Juliet Prowse is no BB. She's a high-caliber bullet. Last week, on camera for Hal Wallis' G.I. Blues, Juliet writhed and swiveled through a German nightclub jazz dance in a flesh-colored skirt sliced in panels from hem to hips. At a ringside table, a fat cat with slowly inflating eyes made an impassioned grab and caught the center panel, pulling her toward his lap. For his pangs, he was shot in the face with his own stein of beer. "Cut," called Director Norman Taurog, and a wardrobe woman rushed forth to sponge the foam from...