Word: hug
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...smiled wanly. One friendly hug from Henry wasn't enough. "That's all I want-just someone to comfort me when I'm feeling low. None of your big sex stuff, just some friendly guy. You know how sometimes you cry for no reason at all? Like there's nothing you can do because there's nothing you're really sad about. Sothere's nothing that can make it better. Just someone to be there with you and tell you it's all right. I just got married but my husband is in Canada and I have to wait here...
...University) seemed to be the chief jokesters among craftsmen. In his six-foot high "Alice House Wall" Robert Arneson builds earthenware "stones" into a picture of a landscape with a ranch house. But its humor isn't in the subject-it's in the way the "stones" jostle and hug each other, and how the different blues, greens, oranges, pinks, and other unevenly applied glazes look next to one another...
...diplomat: tea with the wife of Prime Minister Harold Wilson, a spate of cocktail parties, and a trip to Wimbledon for the tennis quarterfinals-not to mention the investiture. Even her father's erstwhile opponent Hubert Humphrey was smitten. Humphrey greeted Tricia at a cocktail party with a hug and a kiss and said: "She is a little doll." Meanwhile, back home, the President's other daughter, Julie Nixon Eisenhower, was star of her own show. Five days a week, the newest tour guide in the White House now leads groups of 25 tourists through parts...
Considering the problems pants present, the current female fascination with trousers is a little baffling. Yet they appear everywhere, in all sorts of styles and at all sorts of places. Some hang from the shoulders like farmer's overalls; others hug the hips like an Italian gigolo, or stick to the thighs as if the wearer had just emerged from a shower. In denim and khaki, they go to student protests and love-ins; in lace, they go to dinner and the theater; in twill and flannel, they even go to the office...
...boys spit on the pavement, dig each other in the ribs; some whistle shrilly, others swear obscenely and several tune into dance bands on their transistors. They hug their girls on the processional path and pull them from each other's arms and look them over cockily. At any moment you expect them to draw knives: first against each other, then against the believers. For the way these youngsters look upon believers is not as juniors upon their elders, not as guests upon their hosts, but as lords of the manor upon houseflies. Still, it doesn't come...