Word: greenes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...hardly looks like the stuff of legend: plump and puckish, a shy grin on his broad leg-of-mutton face, a shoulder holster sagging from the armpit of his sweat-blotched, green T shirt, a drinker of nothing more stimulating than cream soda. Yet Senior Chief Petty Officer Bernard G. Feddersen, 35, of the Seabees, is renowned from Danang to the Delta as the sharpest cumshaw artist in all Southeast Asia...
...Hall is a 41-year-old radio veteran who once played the lead in the Green Hornet and dutifully goes home every morning to his wife and child. Yet he really operates during the witching hours. From 11:30 p.m. until 5:30 a.m. five days a week (and until 7:30 a.m. the sixth), he is the Manhattan-based disk jockey of CBS's Music 'til Dawn, sponsored by American. Hall's silky phrasing and boudoir baritone earn him $40,500 a year, are emulated (on producer's orders) by the eight other Music...
What is fascinating about Bacall is not so much her kinetic sea-green eyes or her svelte-as-sin 129-lb. body, but the distillation of glamour into poise, inner amusement, and enriched femininity that no 20-year-old sex kitten has lived long enough to acquire. Playgoers can sense the discipline that shapes her performance, the reliable professionalism of the middle years, so that in her deft command of her craft as an actress-comedienne she is an authentic as well as beguilingly lovely symbol of the generation...
...Cliché, All True. The view from Lauren Bacall Bogart Robards' high-ceilinged fourth-floor apartment in the Dakota, Manhattan's imposing fortress of old-world luxury, is the dense green foliage of Central Park. For Betty Bacall, as her friends call her, the view from the 41st year is just as vernal. Little Sam, her four-year-old son by Jason Robards, trots into the room with his nurse for some hugs and kisses before being taken for a row on the park pond. As he pauses at the door, his mother says, "Throw me a kiss...
...tenderly lyrical; much of it is vehemently public poetry, poetry for the microphone. The imagery and language are startling, precise, modern. "Behind an airplane," he writes, "the sound trailed/ Rectangular, like a barge behind a tug." And again: "Radio-like, my cat lies curled/ With his green eye tuned to the world...