Word: figs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...secondhand can be chic. Says one thrift-shop regular: "My husband is a doctor and we have a maid, so obviously I am not forced to buy in thrift shops. I find it fun. The atmosphere is much friendlier. Everybody is in it together." Mrs. Lee Campbell, who runs Fig Leaf in Arlington, Texas, agrees. "They're bringing in their friends now," she says. "Once, they may not have wanted anyone to know exactly where they found the bargain." Ruth Pollitz, a volunteer salesclerk at the Thrift House for the Federation of Jewish Philanthropies in Manhattan, notes that...
Plant Parenthood. Who cares? Scores of thousands of plant owners, from corporation chieftains with status-symbol Ficus executivus (vicepresidential fig) trees in their offices to the apartment dweller with a $30 Dracaena massangeana (dracaena). As a result, plant doctors (many with degrees in horticulture or agriculture) are as much in demand as pet vets. Drs. Greenthumbs charge an average $15 a housecall, $10 or so a day for plant sitting and as much as $50 to potty train a specimen needing more root space. Boston's Plant Parenthood even offers a vegetative version of Blue Cross-Blue Shield...
Hank Greenspan is a research assistant at the Graduate School of Education and a freelance writer. the facts from the Highest-up. I refer, of course, to what has become known as the "Fig Leaf" episode. Would you please tell us what you know of that...
...with that "Wow!" expression of his. Then, all of a sudden, this really crazy look comes over his face. He jumped up spilling salad all over the place. Then he just ran off into the trees. In a few minutes he came running back with a bunch of fig leaves in his hand. Then he starts yelling at me, "For God's sake, Eve, get your butt off the ground and put on these fig leaves...
...Yeah. He was holding the fig leaves in my face and yelling, "Put these on, for God's sake! Cover-up! Cover-up! This is the cover-up!"... Whoops, did I say that...