Word: glass
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...legalities of the case; a second, Andy ("Moo") Sciambra, handled the field work. After months of investigation, Garrison finally announced that he had "solved the assassination." Lee Harvey Oswald, he said, was only a decoy and a patsy. "The key to the whole case is through the looking glass. Black is white; white is black." A right-wing conspiracy involving some 20 anti-Castroites, ex-CIA agents and members of the Minutemen had killed Jack Kennedy in Dallas' Dealey Plaza area because he was moving towards a detente with both Cuba and the U.S.S.R...
...three inches above the knee. But most frowned on the micro-miniskirt, which one executive defined as the "for-goodness'-sake-don't-bend-over style." Nowhere do miniskirts raise more eyebrows than in the Ford Foundation's new Manhattan headquarters, where secretaries work in glass-enclosed offices. Overcome by a sudden sense of modesty, one secretary, perched at a graceful but unprotective typewriter pedestal, recently sewed a minicurtain and draped it in front of her. It evidently never occurred to her to use needle and thread to lower her thigh-high hems...
...never worn a shirt and tie." Yet even the entertainment industry has its stuffier side, proving that variations in dress depend largely on what image a company is trying to project. A case in point is MCA, Inc., a film producer and recording company whose new aluminum-and-glass building in Universal City has more than its share of kookily attired production and clerical workers. Still, as one aide puts it, President Lew R. Wasserman is determined to "make the company look like a solid business operation." To that end, MCA's executives wear nothing but coal-black business...
...BURNING GLASS by S.N. Behrman. 396 pages. Little, Brown...
...town and the cats with it, complained and switched on a kind of small avant garde chamber piece for muted brass") and poetry ("Out in the gull-clawed air, New Year blue, the tide crawling creamily in, Enderby felt better.") become a tedious camouflage instead of a clear glass over the subject, the criterion of truly good style. Burgess, as defensive or more as any writer in the television age, seems to be flaunting his verbal facility so as to lure the reader into the psychic depths beneath the words. Enderby is programmed for the sophisticated, well-in-formed laffseekers...