Word: flaxen
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Brandt and his flaxen-haired Norwegian wife Rut were at the door to greet the crowd. More than 500 ordinary Germans, who normally would have been held back by police lines, trooped into the splendidly furnished 14-room residence. Stiff at first, they gawked at the Gobelin tapestry on the wall and perched awkwardly on the edge of burgundy settees and easy chairs. But the uneasiness quickly wore off. Soon workingmen in open shirts, longhaired youths and nurses from a nearby hospital were helping themselves to cigarettes, guzzling beer and surveying the place as if they owned...
Then there are the Bantams, billed as "three pre-teens with a rocking sound three times their size." They look like Mickey Rooney windup dolls. They twist and shout, stomp their size-four black boots, shake their neck-length flaxen hair and shout, "I got lips that long to kiss you." The freckle-faced Bantams-Mike Kirchner, 12, and his brothers Jeff, 10, and Fritz, 9-honed their gritty style singing for coins on the beach at Venice, Calif., recently landed a recording and five-picture contract with Warner Bros. They are already TV veterans, are now shooting their first...
...income from racing this year will top $230,000, and Edington Mains is busily in the black too, producing barley for Scotch-whisky distillers, sheep for wool, and cattle for slaughter. He has his Scottish sheep dog, Sweep, who pines for him while he is away-and his flaxen-haired girl friend, Sally Stokes, who travels with him and tends a stop watch in the pits...
Happiness--pure, simple joy--seldom rears its flaxen head in the Quincy House dining hall. But last Friday night, after all those sky-blue trays had been carefully tucked away, the tortured drone of discussions of international trade policy gave way to the sweetness and excitement of a first-rate jazz concert...
...Every Elbow. If the Russians were in evidence before, their presence overwhelms today. Awaiting take-off of their TU-114 at José Marti Airport in Havana, 50 flaxen-haired Soviet technicians clutch cardboard boxes of rum still stenciled with the anachronistic legend: "Let's go to Cuba, the inviting island next door." Soviet-piloted MIG-21s scorch over the countryside near the airbase at San Antonio de los Baños; Soviet freighters dot Havana harbor, new arrivals unloading daily...