Word: guys
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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From a mirrored salon in the ornate Hotel Matignon, official residence of France's Premiers, mild-mannered Socialist Guy Mollet last week cried out to his countrymen: "I ask every Frenchman to do his duty, to subscribe for Algeria and for France!" In these heroic words Premier Mollet imposed a sweet wartime sacrifice on France's citizens-the moral ob ligation to do a good piece of business at government expense...
...bantered farm problems over the back fence with Estes Kefauver, cavorted about a well-clipped lawn with his dog Muldoon (who chewed the lapel off a soundman's jacket). Said Film-Maker Herschell Lewis: "The attempt is to make the viewer realize that Stevenson is actually like the guy next door...
Applying the Brakes. Juin gave his blessings to the plan of Socialist Guy Mollet's government to set up "a constitutional and elective regime" that would provide for what Juin called "the necessary application of brakes" against any attempt by a Moslem-dominated regime to violate the "rights of the minority," i.e., Frenchmen. Like other converts, Juin went further: "I hope that such a statute will be presented to the French-Moslem community without waiting for valid representatives to be designated by free elections." The words free elections would make him laugh, he said, "if circumstances were...
Good-Time Maggie. Heavyset, handsome Warren Grant Magnuson, 51, is in many ways Langlie's exact opposite. Maggie Magnuson (who says privately of Langlie's piety: "We better watch that guy at Easter time") is a cigar-puffing, Cadillackadaisical, free-roaming bachelor. Like Langlie, he has a Scandinavian background. But there the similarity ceases. A Washingtonian who knows both sums up the difference: "Art Langlie is the right-living, stern-conscienced, Sunday-go-to-meeting Scandinavian. Maggie is the ever-loving, good-time-Charlie Scandinavian come out of the woods on Saturday night for fun and sociability...
...grand old man, when ex-Bootlegger-Speakeasier Billingsley, whose flossy Stork Club got much of its floss from Winchell's ceaseless plugs, spatted with Winchell over a pack of cigarettes. The upshot was earthshaking, as Walter wailed last week: "At one time he thought I was a wonderful guy. I haven't been in the Stork in seven or eight weeks. I may go back, but, of course, I might be told to get out. I feel like an outcast." The New York Post, one of Winchell's many mortal enemies, gleefully reported that vindictive Host Billingsley...