Word: flacks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...wearing a black flower-the other three have red ones-alongside a funeral wreath. For a final tipoff, Gibb recalled a McCartney look-alike contest held two years ago. The winner was never announced, said the disk jockey, because he filled Paul's slot. Nonsense, answered a Beatle flack: "I haven't seen him for a few weeks, but I know he's there...
...Agent Letisha Van Allen, Mae West sets up shop on a huge bed to interview handsome young men-prospective victims for voracious, transsexual Myra Breckinridge. There was no press conference fanfare over 20th Century's latest casting coup ("Mae likes the press, all right," explained a studio flack, "but individually, one by one"); the word was simply passed that Miss West would share top billing with Raquel Welch (Myra) and get a minimum of $350,000 for her role. Still a perfectionist at 76, Mae claims that she will write all her own dialogue...
...anthropology at a congeries of colleges (Cornell, Carnegie Tech, Chicago) during and after World War II. To earn a living in the lean years, Vonnegut, who is the son and grandson of prosperous, German-stock architects in Indianapolis, has worked as a crime reporter, a Saab dealer, and flack for General Electric in Schenectady, N.Y. "I started to write," he recalls, "because I hated that job so much." Schenectady keeps turning up in his books as a grim, upstate New York town called Ilium...
...role in orange or off-white suits, merely seemed like an action-painter-writer recklessly ravaging the retinas with pastel word-blobs. Was he freaking out at the reader's expense? Was he in fact a social critic using a comic-strip writer's approach or a flack for pop cultists? A high priest of the gadgetry gods or the Walter Pater of contemporary esthetics? His two new books, bursting simultaneously like a couple of hot spray cans of Mace, suggest that the answers...
...more than clichés these days as a TV "personality." His old nemesis, Tony Zale, also ex-champ, and now 54, reserves his clinches for an occasional guest in the Manhattan pub where he works as "greeter." So when the two retired fighters met last week in a flack-fixed rematch, their panting efforts damaged nothing but the memories of the three Pier Six brawls-among the most savage in all boxing history-that they slugged out from 1946 to 1948. Graziano, the Dead End kid from Brooklyn, and Zale, the "Man of Steel" from Gary, Ind., wheezed through...