Word: gardened
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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This was the Yale of 20 years ago, the Yale I had always somehow pictured. Three-piece suits and Pucci prints abounded, as did champagne punch, stuffed figs, and talk of skiing. The steward wore a flower in his lapel from the secret garden of the secret building of the secret society. These very well-cared-for young men seemed quite unaffected by anything that went on outside of their tomb...
Fleeting Gifts. In dozens of airy canvases, Watteau portrayed the costumed promenades and the subtle indiscretions, the muted serenades and lush elegance of invisibly manicured garden estates. Collectors snapped his pictures up. Yet no matter what he showed, Watteau's view remained strangely aloof. A subtle veil of distance shrouds all his pictures, making them seem as much fantasy as reality. Unlike the nude nymphs of Boucher, Lancret and Fragonard, who with varying degrees of success were to echo his style, Watteau's aristocratic Co-lombines and shepherdesses remained fully clothed...
...became clear that Humphrey could not win a clear victory, but could deadlock the election if he could win two or three of those states; California was absolutely crucial. New Jersey only went to Nixon with a big assist from Wallace, who drew 250,000 votes in the Garden State. Ohio, originally regarded as safely in Nixon's vault, teetered all night, finally fell into the Republican column. So did California, which fell to Nixon by a margin of perhaps 1%, at least in part thanks to a Wallace vote of roughly 7% that cut into normally Democratic precincts...
Even 50 Ibs. of llama manure from the zoo found a taker. Mrs. Walter Ross paid $150 for it and intends to use it in the sunken garden she is growing. "I'm taking their word for it that it's good fertilizer," she says. "It should be, at $3 a pound." As pleased as any was Mrs. Allen Portnoy, who bid for immortality as a flower: the Missouri Botanical Garden will name its next discovery after her. Said her husband, writing out a $200 check, "My wife said she always wanted to be a philodendron." Happiest...
...Museum of Modern Art. Down in the theater in the cellar I cried it out with Greta Garbo in Queen Christiana. Upstairs I walked through the most beautiful exhibit of photographs I have ever seen and finally, I found myself by the pool in the museum garden. It was dark and warm and Buddy Guy was playing. Close and sad at first, then wild and glad...