Word: husbanding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...husband was taking off on another of his record-breaking flights, so Betty Conrad gave him a big kiss and "a squeeze you won't forget for two months." He won't. Upon landing in Calgary, Alta., on the first leg of a flight that he hopes will make him the first man to solo a light plane over both poles, Max Conrad, 65, the famed flying grandfather, discovered that his wife's enthusiastic embrace had left him with a cracked rib. "I'll get even with her on New Year's Eve when...
...loves Warren and vice versa. Warren even indulges in a bit of costar counseling now and then, what with Burton on a nearby set playing a homosexual opposite Rex Harrison. "Don't worry, Elizabeth," reassured Warren during their first kissing scene, "at this very moment your husband is kissing Rex on the other...
...cooler mind," goes the latest Parkinson principle. What all that bafflegab means, says Parkinson, is that when the lady of the house feels like blowing her stack, she ought to hie herself next door for a chat and a cup of coffee instead of waiting to explode when her husband gets home from the office...
...have television sets, but they also don't have telephones." Others ignore TV because they are afraid of getting hooked. Mrs. Jay Sheveloff. 30, of Boston, has seen the "horrible" specter of her in-laws watching continually; she refuses to have TV around -at least until her husband finishes his Ph.D. A number of nonowners ascribe their resistance to religious motives. A devout Episcopal couple from Florida, who prefer anonymity, consider TV "contaminating." None of their five children (now aged 13 to 25) was allowed to watch. What about them now? Their oldest son, now a high school teacher...
Like Funny Girl, which is also about an intense, driven actress, Star wastes its emotion on backstage bromides. Again there is the rags-to-bitches process, with the innocent little slum waif metamorphizing into a neurotic stranger to her husband, her child and, finally, herself. Again there are the hoofing and puffing resurrections of ricky-tick dance routines, which have long since been kidded to death in Thoroughly Modern Millie and on Laugh-In. The scrawny script merely vamps till the next number is ready; the shimmering show biz of the Twenties and Thirties, which once seemed spun of gossamer...