Word: lapel
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...reminds one that however "elitist" economy and wit may seem, vulgarity soon palls. Grooms' work is not folk sculpture -- it is too self-regarding for that -- but it enacts the illusion of folksiness. One suspects he might not know what to do if he stopped this beaming and lapel grabbing. "It's almost subversive," Grooms remarks in the catalog, "if I do something that isn't jokey." To him, perhaps...
...politely arm-twisting United employees, whose campaign is limited so far to Denver's airport, wear green-and-white lapel pins bearing the acronym TORQUE, which stands for "Try Our Real Quality United Experience." But on the hidden backside of the pin is a more provocative symbol. It depicts a jet, similar to those in Continental's fleet, with a large screw embedded in its gold-painted tail...
Kinnock, 44, trim and combative and sporting in his lapel a red rose -- the Labor Party's new symbol -- was ebullient as he launched his campaign. It was notably different from the one that led to Labor's humiliating defeat in 1983 under his predecessor, Michael Foot. The Labor manifesto, titled Britain Will Win, ran a trim 17 pages, in contrast to 40 for the 1983 catalog of promises...
Raucous shouting rocked Parliament in spirited exchanges over good economic news and the likelihood of an impending general election. Party leaders and Cabinet ministers turned their thoughts to clearing their appointment calendars and hiring campaign planes, buses and walkie-talkies, while workers distributed campaign posters and thousands of beribboned lapel rosettes in Tory blue, Labor red and Alliance gold. Buckingham Palace was alerted that Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher might suddenly seek an audience with Queen Elizabeth...
...first thing they asked for when they disembarked was milk. Half the earth's races huddled together in picturesque, cheek-by-jowl harmony. The subways, "awful and astonishing in about equal measure," cost only a nickel to ride. Grover Whalen, a flamboyant Irishman with a flower in his lapel, was glad-handing the visiting firemen as the city's official greeter, while saturnine Robert Moses, the master builder, was sundering neighborhoods in the name of progress. The cafe-society swells watered at El Morocco or the Stork Club, and the punters headed for Toots Shor's, mindful of the proprietor...