Word: fussing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...westerns of yesterday. Taken from Paul Morgan's engrossing historical novel, which told how U.S. cavalrymen in the 1880s subdued one of the last powerful Apache chiefs, the movie plays down the drama of the great Southwest, plays up three bright young faces from Beverly Hills. All that fuss about redskins seems picayune compared with the plight of Lieut. Troy Donahue. Setting femmes aflutter at Fort Delivery, Ariz., Troy bestrides a flesh-and-blood horse, but his acting is appropriately wooden. He is an animated Ken doll with golden hair, caught between the Barbie and Midge dolls impersonated...
...Hero & The Villain. Eatherly began to enjoy the fuss that people were at last making over him, and he embellished the legend: he had passed the Texas bar; he took part in the raid on Nagasaki; the Air Force had pressured him to stop propagandizing against the atom bomb. "All over the world, I'm the Hiroshima pilot now," he told Huie in a moment of hubris. "A hundred years from now I'll be the only American anybody thinks of in connection with Hiroshima. Maybe they'll remember Truman too. Eatherly and Truman. The hero...
...have had the net effect of allowing everything to be published except "hardcore pornography." It is hard to remember that as recently as 1948, in The Naked and the Dead, Norman Mailer felt compelled to reduce his favorite four letters to three ("fug"), or that there was ever any fuss about poor old Lady Chatterley's Lover and his worshipful deification of sexual organs. John O'Hara, whose writing until recently was criticized as "sex-obsessed," appears positively Platonic alongside Calder Willingham and John Updike, who describe lyrically and in detail matters that used to be mentioned even...
...danced with impatience, we yearned for the moon and there we are, suddenly, left all alone, with life yawning ahead like a great black chasm . . . So we weep for two or three years more, very quietly, and then one day, too sick at heart, we die, with no fuss, leaving as little trace on earth as a bird's flight across...
...fired a flashbulb at Kennedy's side of the car. Moaned a New York police official: "She might well have been an assassin." As for the purpose of the President's stop-and-go entrance into New York, the official explanation was that he wanted no "fuss and feathers." It could only be presumed that Kennedy was zeroing in on the safe-motorists' vote...