Word: gentlemanly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...have already been hurled at Pearson without puncturing his hide. But the News-Miner's phrase hit him smack in the reputation-or so the columnist claimed in a $176,000 libel suit. In his own defense, Pearson produced almost half a dozen character witnesses, among them the gentleman farmer whose 499 acres are near the Pearson property in Maryland: US Senator Wayne Morse...
...cast excels in comic parts of every description, doing full credit to Cumming's vertiginous imagination, "talking very beautifully" (as Me tells Him) in the poet's acrobatic language. Paul Benedict, a ubiquitous master of trades, is especially amusing as a drunkard, soap box orator, prude, interloper, private eye, gentleman, freak show barker, and Mussolini...
...watch it all.' And she stood in the doorway. And then they took it in, and put the body in the casket." 'The Law Must Be Met." At that point came a harrowing incident. "The casket was brought out about halfway," said O'Donnell, "and a gentleman arrived who said that we would not be allowed to remove the body from the hospital until the necessary papers had been signed." O'Donnell agreed, assuming it would be done on the instant, but about ten minutes passed. "I was getting more concerned about Mrs. Kennedy...
...DonHeH decided to ignore the demands of the Dallas officials. "We went in and took the body out," said O'Donnell. "Mrs. Kennedy stood right behind it, I think totally unaware of the problems that were then existing. We pushed the casket out through the hall. This first gentleman that had come in, who, I presume, was from the coroner's office, shouted very loudly, 'You can't do that! You can't leave here now!' Nobody paid any attention to him. We pushed out through another set of swinging doors. I remember...
...press, Ginsberg will have read and sung again to Harvard students. I don't have much idea what he'II be like. I've seen a lot of different Ginsbergs during his week in Cambridge--from an extravagant bohemian ranting about schemers in Washington and Moscow, to a mellow gentleman inquiring after a blonde Cliffie's major, to a concerned New Yorker remonstrating with the Mayor's son, to a relaxed and gentle nudist in the CRIMSON sanctum. He is, I think, a surprisingly loving man; one who knows well the hell of rejection and longs for a place where...