Word: gossips
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Soviet govern-ment at 50 per gram of silver content. Mrs. Post and Davies were divorced in 1955, and she subsequently married and divorced Pittsburgh Industrialist Herbert May. The names of her latest escorts (Hotel Consultant Serge Obolensky, former Secretary of the Navy Fred Korth) provoke speculation in gossip columns, but friends insist that she does not plan to marry again. Her schedule would scarcely leave her time...
...just satisfied with buying art, they want to buy a piece of the artist as well," grumbles one dissenter. "They want to belong to the art world, go see dirty movies at night at Andy Warhol's apartment." And Warhol in turn becomes a feature of gossip columns and a fixture at society's tables. Any day now he may be wrapped in plaster by the plaster master, George Segal, and propped against the bar in somebody's penthouse...
...week's end, Dan's would-be killers were still at large, but a Viet Cong who had confessed taking part in Van's murder was in jail. There was much gossip in Saigon about other suspects. But in each case, the most likely remained the Viet Cong, who not only stand to profit from any animosity between assembly and government, but have been on record since before the assembly was elected as determined to kill its Deputies...
...thud that Restaurateur Toots Shor, 61, made when he tumbled off the wagon echoed all over the gossip columns. "Booze is beautiful," Toots bellowed to Leonard Lyons. "Through booze I met two Chief Justices, 50 world champs, six Presidents and DiMaggio and Babe Ruth." Gregarious Toots hadn't had a belt for an astonishing nine months, ever since he took a dive on a Washington hotel floor last March and broke his hip. "I vowed not to take a drink until I could stand on my own two feet," Toots graveled in his Manhattan diner. But now that...
...beatniks cluttered the village greens, no motels crammed the long, empty spaces between the grotesque Victorian "cottages." The houses along the lonely beaches on Long Island's aristocratic tip were inhabited by "seemingly enchanted people who lived untouched by the Depression." To them, gaiety was an art, gossip passed for conversation, and risk sports served as discipline. Just inshore from the thudding surf, they busied themselves with a series of interlinked liaisons that would boggle the imagination of an Iris Murdoch. It was, perhaps, no place for children; adults thought the children were aware only of the surf...