Word: jacketing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...trenches," battling the Japanese. Finally, at a Texas-sized barbecue (1,200 lbs. of steak, 800 double lamb chops, and strawberry ice cream in kangaroo-shaped molds) outside Canberra, the President turned up in full Western rancher's regalia-brown twill trousers, brown shirt, brown tie, brown jacket with brown leather presidential seal, cowboy boots and tan Stetson. The 750 guests, dressed in business suits and garden-party dresses, were slightly jarred by the sight...
...eerily unaffected. When the tide flows out after 20-some-odd years (how did they ever manage to squeeze it all into three-and-a-half hours?) all we know about this elusive virile fellow is that he has grown rich and a moustache, but never changed his jacket. While working as a male nurse during the measles epidemic, he takes it off, but that doesn't really count...
...long way from that ulcer as he consumes whiskey and cashews with relish. As a man whose business is selling, Olgivy seems to have decided that the best way to sell himself is to be himself, and he can at times be disarmingly honest. When he removes his jacket in an overcrowded room to reveal bright red suspenders, it's not merely for an opening effect...
...beyond the rim of the desk. The day's debris is shoved off into the shadows. As technicians man their equipment, a makeup expert goes to work on the managing editor. At the last moment he runs a comb through his blond hair, shrugs a neatly pressed jacket over his wrinkled shirtsleeves, and shoots his French cuffs. It is 6:30 p.m. Cameras zero in, and CBS's Walter Cronkite Jr. begins his half-hour evening report. Now, by his own definition, his role has changed. On the color TV tube he becomes part editor and part...
Lights are burning late at No. 15963 Valleywood Road in Sherman Oaks, Calif. From the study, overlooking a kidney-shaped swimming pool, comes the whir of a movie projector. Hunched over the L-shaped desk, his size-50 jacket slung carelessly on the floor, a bespectacled bear of a man scribbles furiously on a note pad. It is some time between midnight and 4 a.m., the hours that James Thompson Prothro Jr. calls his "thinking hours." It could be chess that Tommy Prothro is thinking about: he is a tournament champion. Or bridge: he collects master points. Or business...