Word: harmfulness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...night that the mobs came to loot her husband's house. When they saw her, they paused long enough to lead her gently out of harm's way, remembering that she at least was innocent as well as royal, though married to the man they called El Charicero-the Sausage-Maker...
...road near Munich, Gehlen escaped death only because his windshield was of bulletproof glass. Attempts to get at his wife and four children have been narrowly frustrated. Gehlen travels under a variety of cover names, and has not been photographed since the war years. Unable to do him bodily harm, the Communists scream that Gehlen is the high priest of a revived Naziism (he never joined the Nazi Party); the current Red line is that Gehlen is plotting the rescue of Mass Murderer Adolf Eichmann from the Israelis...
When he was 40, Music Critic Carl Van Vechten was disposed to quit writing critical essays because at that age, he believed, his "intellectual arteries" had hardened. The affliction apparently did him no harm: after that he wrote seven novels about what made the Twenties roar (The Tattooed Countess, Nigger Heaven), twelve other books about music and himself, a definitive tome on cats (The Tiger in the House)-and all manner of critical essays, including some on photography, a durable interest in which versatile Van Vechten still excels. Still a chronic essayist, Van Vechten turned 80 last week...
...bleak, crowded rooming houses in Netting Hill and Paddington, find their entertainment in smoky cellar nightclubs that are loud with West Indian steel bands, bongo drums and maracas. They are genuinely puzzled when the Jumbles (a corruption of John Bulls) object to the noise and the dawn revelry. "What harm do we do?" asked an African last week. "We like to dance and sing, and we've worked hard all day and till late at night. The only time I have to enjoy myself is when I finish work...
Cuba's outward tranquillity, however, was being synthetically inflamed by Fidel Castro, who was crying that the U.S. planned to do him harm. He almost seemed to be trying to taunt the U.S. into intervening-and most Cubans thought a J.S. attack to be a live possibility. Hotel telephone operators answered calls by saying, "Fatherland or Death! Number, please." For the second time in less than a week, the U.S. protested Castro's "slander'-specifically a propaganda pamphlet charging the U.S. with blowing up a munitions ship in Havana harbor last March. At week...