Word: huggers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...newest companion and inspiration, former Chanel Model Betty Catroux, a tall, lithe specter of a woman, arrived in a black satin, sequined jump suit, open to below the rib cage. And when Yves himself shyly walked in, sporting an outsize tie, paisley shirt and multiple chains worn hip-hugger style, the scene was pandemonium...
White House reporters were given no advance clues. Instead, they were told to bring clothes for cold and warm climates-and perhaps a pair of swimming trunks-but were warned not to tell anyone else. For his own safety, the President feels constrained to follow such hugger-mugger procedures, and he has told intimates that he in tends to emulate the Roosevelt campaign of 1944-when F.D.R., to conceal his failing health, eschewed most campaign trips and stayed at his White House desk, directing the administration of a nation...
...violence of his revulsion against the war, especially the bombing of cities, crucial to his conscientious objection: Raise us, Mother, we fell down Here hugger mugger in the jellied fire: Our sacred earth in our day was a curse. Many of his antiwar poems were written at Damariscotta Mills, Me., where he and his wife had gone as soon as he was released from jail. Collected in Lord Weary's Castle, his second volume, they won him, at 29, the Pulitzer Prize...
...contract was signed on Feb. 7. Transporting the painting to the U.S. involved security precautions and scientific hugger-mugger worthy of Maxwell Smart. Code name for the painting was "the Bird." To transport Ginevra, a $52.95 American Tourister three-suiter was lined with Styrofoam that would cushion any bumps or jolts. But before the Bird could be nested, there were the problems of humidity and temperature to solve; in the Prince's vaults, where Ginevra had been kept, the temperature is 44°, humidity 55%. If the wood-panel oil heated or dried too quickly, the paint surface might...
...from the poppy field of Persia to the junk shops of Harlem whip out their trusty Geiger counter and go lickety-click from Teheran to Geneva to Naples to Nice. En route they run a grim gauntlet of all-too-familiar thriller scenes (bang-bang on the Blue Train, hugger-mugger on the bad guy's yacht, hack-the-stripper in a nudie nightspot) and unpleasantly overripe chestnuts ("How'll we get there-take the midnight camel?"). By the time the heroes get the heroin the customers may find themselves in something of a narcoma. The very best...