Word: gossips
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Taking off on vacation last month, the society gossip columnist of the Washington Times-Herald dashed off a cryptic farewell to her readers: "When I get back I'll be a CHANGED woman...
...name. And Bootsie, say friends, is miffed because Ghighi remarried before she did.) When she tried to syndicate the column, her boss, the late Mrs. Eleanor Medill Patterson, said no. But now the lid was off: Washington newsmen expected Bootsie to be syndicated throughout the Hearst chain. And fellow gossip Danton Walker even predicted that she would show up high, on the crosstrees of Hearst's Town & Country's masthead...
...weeks the corridors of Detroit's General Motors Building buzzed with rumors. President Charles Erwin Wilson had been very busy-and very quiet. G.M.'s top brass, so the gossip went, was in for the biggest shake-up in years. This week the shaking started. The biggest shake of all was given Harlow H. ("Red") Curtice, 55, the slight, reserved general manager of the Buick Motor division. He was moved up to the newly created job of G.M. executive vice president in charge of all nonproduction activities except finance (labor relations, public relations, etc.) The promotion...
...crystal-gazer. But brawny Irving Kupcinet (pronounced CUP-senate) had proved, to the satisfaction of Marshall Field's Chicago Sun-Times, that one good local columnist will outsell all the syndicated canned goods on the market. "Kup's Column," a casually tossed salad of chitchat and nightclub gossip with a Leonard Lyons-like flavor, is easily the most widely read feature in Chicago...
...Like all gossip columnists, Irv Kupcinet finds nightclubs exciting, and gets some of the excitement into his column. Every night, sportily dressed in a shirt with long Sinatra-style points (and with KUP loudly emblazoned on his handkerchief, tie clasp, cuff links and gold ring) he patrols such spots as Chez Paree and the Shangri-La, slapping backs, sipping coffee, soaking up column items. His red-haired wife tags along, often wearing a blouse stenciled with his columns. He haunts the Pump Room of the swank Ambassador East Hotel, a telephone plugged in at his table. Even at home, where...