Word: hatting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Still speaking of Lyndon, Goldwater concluded: "Of course, when he gets back here to Texas and has those high-heeled boots on, and that ten-gallon hat, and he calls you 'Pardner,' he sounds like a conservative banker. But I can tell you in Washington when he wears just plain old shoes and says, 'How do you do,' he speaks an entirely different language, that of the radical liberals. And whether he likes it or not, or even knows it, he is backing socialism...
Munich last week was going all the way with L.B.J. A Bavarian brass band clad in lederhosen oompahed California, Here I Come while lusty stein clankers wearing campaign hats and Johnson buttons roared out "Prosit!" But in Paris they were shouting for "Goldwater in '64" as Republicans gathered in a mirrored conference room at the Ritz and collected $1,000 in campaign funds at the first passage of the hat...
Died. Harpo Marx, 75, wackiest and most wonderful of the four Marx Brothers, a master of madhouse pantomime in battered plug hat and shocking pink wig, whose endless trove of sight gags (a skirt needs straightening? Whee! Cut it off.) and leering, horn-honking, pinching pursuit of squeaking blondes kept a generation of Americans in helpless laughter-and a thousand comedians trying to top him; following heart surgery; in Hollywood. Behind the idiot grin, Harpo (real name: Adolph) was a witty, gentle soul, married to one woman for life, and the doting father of four adopted children; he was also...
...around the middle, mind, for all he's rising 40. The eyes are wild and blue, the face is wide and Irish. The hair is the color of a slightly soiled orangutan, and over the large smile arches an orange mustache such as a man might hang his hat on. The hat, set over at a country angle, is Tyrolean and supports a bright little brush that stands eternally erect. The jacket is tweed and reeks of Irish fog and Irish twist and good green Irish whisky...
...them, MacArthur retells with zest the high points of his youthful heroics. On his first assignment in the Philippines, he reports that he was waylaid on a narrow jungle trail by a pair of desperadoes; he dropped them both with his pistol, while a slug tore through his campaign hat. When the Marines were occupying Vera Cruz in 1913, MacArthur went on an unauthorized reconnaissance aboard a railway handcar. Shooting his way out of a series of ambushes, he arrived back in Vera Cruz with four bullet holes in his shirt, but unscathed. As a brigadier general...