Word: gayness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Menelaus--that's Helen of Troy to you--found the right gesture and accent for every line. She brought a polished comedienne's subtlety to a frankly slapstick part, making the most of all her songs, especially, "Your name may be Paris, (but I'll call you Gay Paree...
Whatever his other difficulties. Jack Kennedy last week maintained his status as the most fascinating Washington personality in years. Beyond greeting a flock of ceremonial guests, he acted, with Jackie radiant at his side, as a gay and gracious host at the sleekest, best-planned reception within White House memory...
...flashed toothy smiles, produced charm, vigor, and quick answers in a three-hour verbal marathon. Belying the stories of his senility, Kenyatta looked at least ten years younger than his admitted 71 years. He wore a fly whisk chained to his wrist with a band of silver, sported a gay red tie and a brand-new leather jacket. As he spoke, the old, grey-flecked spade beard bobbed emphatically: "I shall always be an African nationalist to the end . . . but I have never been a violent man ... I condemned and denounced (Mau Mau) oathing at many public meetings. I strongly...
...Rome's Via Veneto, the night was gay with lights and pink azaleas in curbside tubs. At a sidewalk cafe, Ivan Kro-scenko, 31. a man in a black leather jacket, sipped espresso and cased the pedestrian traffic with a predatory eye. A bearded giant strode past: Cinemactor Steve ("Hercules") Reeves. "Mr. Universe," sneered Kroscenko softly. "So who cares?" He was after bigger game. "Linda Christian. Ava Gardner, Anita Ekberg. Jayne Mansfield." he rolled the names lovingly across his tongue. "They are important people. They make trouble." Kroscenko rose, slung the strap of his Rolleicord camera over a shoulder...
Groom, the Kerrs' most important asset after their talent. "Mrs. Kerr is a real gay gal," says Mabel?but not in the early hours of her day. Then, like the heroine of Mary, Mary, she doesn't grasp things: "I hear voices all right, but I can't pick out the verbs." After an urn or two of coffee, she begins to pick them out?on a typewriter in the third-floor master bedroom. She has given up using the celebrated Chevrolet as an office, "because I ran out of places to park. People would drive past and wave...