Word: fished
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...that she could have Betty Grable parts or nothing, Marilyn walked out of Pink Tights. She and Joe were married in San Francisco on Jan. 14, 1954. Laughing for the cameras, they took their trip to the Far East, where Japanese crowds smashed doors, mobbed cars and fell in fish ponds to get a look at the "Honorable Buttocks-Swinging Actress." When Marilyn sang and danced for the troops in Korea, she got a wilder reception than the news of peace in Seoul...
...Fisherman Ernest Hemingway off the coast of Peru last week. To fill out the cast for the movie version of his novelette, The Old Man and the Sea, Nobelman Hemingway was angling, day after day, for a near-world-record black marlin (TIME, April 23) in one of that fish's favorite haunts, the famed Cabo Blanco deep-sea hunting ground. Ashore in the port of Talara, after a wearying day's cruise, "Papa" Hemingway not only looked like a stout version of his own Old Man; he also had a dejected air, as if sharks had robbed...
...nightwork: a monstrous collection of iron plates, steely spirals, glass rods in spiky rows, pneumatic cushions of red-and-white plastic, wires, bolts and screws, hammers, dampers. One instrument looked like a pair of inflated pontoons tangled in elephant grass and topped by the huge backbone of a fish. He tapped, squeezed, rubbed, twanged, and out of the contraptions came an amazing series of sounds-some of them hootingly sepulchral, some barkingly savage, some bewitching in the echoing tintinnabulations they set in motion. "Here you see the future of music," said Baschet proudly...
packed his fishing tackle and got set to fly to Peru, where he will try to catch a star for the movie version of his novelette, The Old Man and the Sea. Hemingway's quarry: a Pacific black marlin weighing at least 1,500 Ibs. (world-record catch and heftiest fish ever taken by rod and reel...
...Malabar Hill. Baba and her sophisticated schoolgirl friend turn their wary eyes on the fantastic events in which, trancelike, the Indians accepted the Nehru raj from Lord Louis Mountbatten, the last British viceroy. Baba teeters girlishly between the superstitious past (as a child she had retched over a dead fish's eye, which she tried to swallow in order to summon up strange powers) and the dull independent future, symbolized by her dull, enlightened father, who talks like an instructor in social science...