Word: hairs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...hell is Rula Lenska?" The question was first asked on the air by Detroit TV News Anchorman Don Lark, then echoed in print by Washington Post Columnist Roger Rosenblatt. She is, as many TV watchers know, a glamorous redhead who appears regularly in commercials for Alberto VO5 hair spray. She tosses her long locks, identifies herself as R-u-ula Lenz-z-zka and speaks of herself as though she were a famous actress. But, as the newscaster asked...
...survivor of Auschwitz could find no consolation. Behind great glass containers the story of the prisoners was presented in mute detail: a room of human hair, to be used by the Reich for textiles; a room of confiscated Jewish prayer shawls. Commission members could see the gas chambers near by, but what no one could see, except the survivors in their minds' eyes, was the process of selection that led to death. A former prisoner testified in an Auschwitz guidebook: "During the selection of children, the SS men had placed a rod at the height of 1.20 meters. Children...
...media-orchestrated protest revel," call the return of protest to college campuses "ugly," and homosexuality a "problem to be surmounted." Lamont yearns for the days when Harvard and the "elite universities" were one big Finals Club, enjoying "comfortable, if snobbish, intimacy" and "benign" parietal rules, all blond hair and blue eyes and a sure guarantee of The Big Coin after graduation. About a third of the way through it hits you: you flip to the picture on the back jacket and, with his brow ridge and prognathous jaw and small cranial capacity--that's where you've seen him before...
...unheralded: I had had premonitions of disaster when I climbed up the four very long flights to my cavernous one-room double and stared at my roommate with the calculator looped around her belt. I had worried about the place when I met the guy downstairs who bleached his hair ash blond and posted death poetry, embellished by skull and crossbones, on his door. I got nervous when I heard the strains of opera punctuated by very loud and horrifyingly off-key singing in the room next door. But I knew I was in serious trouble when I heard that...
...wasn't there at the Camp David hair-down sessions, let alone when the Cabinet-level jobs were handed out, was America's premier banker, Walter Wriston. His absence was unsurprising if unfortunate because, along with being the most innovative of moneymen, the Citicorp chairman delivers outspoken opinions with a rapier tongue that belies his early career as a State Department diplomat. In a glass house 15 stories above Park Avenue, he sits at a circular desk (the better to gather aides around to chew over ideas) and, eyebrows arched and wisecracks flying, tosses out some sharp-edged...