Word: hatting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...sensitive agencies, notably those responsible for narcotics, welfare, buildings and parks. Though Lindsay's vaunted equanimity has also suffered, he recovered his good humor long enough to supply a surprise postscript to the annual musical lampoon staged by political reporters. Always a show business buff, Lindsay donned straw hat, white gloves and cane for a soft-shoe song-and-dance routine with a professional partner. "Maybe," he quipped, "I can save this show yet." That hopeful observation was clearly not limited to the evening's entertainment...
Clad in knee-high black boots, a grey wool lumber jacket, well-worn brown corduroys and a visored cap, Ceausescu moved out through the waterlogged countryside, past peasants in dripping sheepskins and gaggles of screeching schoolgirls, past hat-waving horsemen who offered gifts of bread and salt, past thatch-roofed villages painted sky blue and sienna, past gargantuan collective farms and gleaming new factories. Geese hissed, dogs barked, and Ceausescu listened to gripes. Sometimes speaking from a stack of concrete blocks, sometimes from the back of a wagon, he pressed home again and again a message more familiar to Western...
...neighborhoods that retains its distinction; its elegant Victorian houses across the bay from Manhattan have attracted many genteel bohemians. On the other hand, the fading Fort Greene Park area nearby recently lost one of its last distinguished citizens when Poetess Marianne Moore, 78, packed her tricorn hat and cape and, after 36 years in Brooklyn, moved to Manhattan. The swamps and old fishing villages in the further reaches have given way to modern subdivisions that most young couples rising in the world regard as mere way stations on the road to suburbia. "Long Island, that's the thing," said...
Nothing is more boring and embarrassing than an amateur conjurer. Magic must be perfect; real rabbits must emerge from the trick hat. The reader, noting that Sylvia Ashton-Warner's novel is dedicated to a river (New Zealand's Whanganui), that among the chief characters are 13 darling children, most of them under one tin roof, and that various Maori gods and spirits are freely invoked, may suspect that he is being conjured into accepting a crock of anthropological whimsy. Not so; the magic here is real...
...Moritz is supposed to appear carrying his head; he does, but the head on his shoulders has not been covered up, which makes nonsense of the masked man's greeting "Why aren't you wearing your head. The masked man was played by Arthur Friedman, in white tie, top hat, tails, and cape, as well as mask--he was made up to suggest a master of ceremonies, not a representative of the powerful forces that dominate most of this play and that must, I should think, be in part responsible for Melchior's decision to turn away from the grave...