Word: lapelled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Many people who are sympathetic toward the Negro civil rights drive are, for various reasons, reluctant to go to jail, sit in front of bulldozers, brandish placards, or even wear obtrusive lapel buttons. A gathering of such fastidious people met last June in the town house of Mrs. Louis S. Gimbel Jr., a New York social and philanthropic leader. Among the guests: Showman Billy Rose, Singer Lena Home, Broadway Producer Leonard Sillman. The purpose of the gathering was to talk about what celebrities could do to help the civil rights movement. All agreed that there was a need for some...
Athletics & Art. Shriver fought the war on a submarine (he still wears the submarine service dolphin in his coat lapel). His first postwar job was writing for Newsweek. Then, at a cocktail party in 1946, he met tawny-haired Eunice Kennedy, and they had a couple of dates. Nothing serious-but Shriver did meet Old Joe Kennedy. When Joe learned of Shriver's journalistic interest, he asked him to look at some diaries written in Spain during the Civil War by the late Joseph Kennedy Jr. to see if they were publishable. Shriver read them, said frankly that they...
...dining club with little excuse for existence other than its annual dinner-still something of a command performance. The club itself has become somewhat self-conscious with age. Women, television and magazine reporters are barred. The current roster, frozen at 50 regular members entitled to wear Gridiron lapel buttons, is made up mostly of bureau chiefs. But the club does have 15 limited members, chiefly to provide music and song for the annual skits. John Philip Sousa was one of the first limited members, and since his day, the director of the U.S. Marine Band has always been asked...
...charioteer, Mr. John Weare, class of 1907. Having been chosen for his brawn and skill to manage the span of affectionate but spirited Arabian horses, this charioteer, who also drives an automobile, chose in turn to wear his driver's license, a white celluloid button, usually worn on coat lapel, pinned to his fillet at midpoint of his forehead where, as it glanced and gleamed in the sunlight, the spurious interpolation was doubtless supposed by the audience to be some antique jewel of fabulous value...
...never been terribly hard to tell a society matron from a schoolgirl. One has a corsage of wet violets pinned to her lapel and the other smells faintly of peanut butter. But over the past few years both clubwomen and students, along with salesgirls, social workers, grandmothers and governesses, have adopted a common undergarment, and whatever the figure and however different the proportions, the total basic result is the same. Everyone is wearing stretch tights...