Word: leathered
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...farmer from northern Middlesex County manned a desk full of nomination petitions at the doorway. One reporter, somewhat uncharitably, said the farmer was "dressed in a smartly-cut Robert Hall suit." Sitting next to the farmer was a cripple, who had a slick DA hair-cut and a black leather jacket. His crutches lay on the floor. "We've got to get Governor Wallace on the ballot now," he said, pounding his fists. "And then the fight isn't over. It isn't over on November Fifth either. This fight is just beginning," he said, bouncing back and forth...
...bikinis, Blass, for instance, offers a one-piece suit with a high-rise belt attached just under the bosom to give a modified Empire look. He has also experimented with a belted suit that laces loosely down the front. This one anticipates another coming fashion trend-to leather. It is made out of a new material that looks like leather, "breathes" like leather, but can get wet all over. "It's fantastic," he says, "water rolls right off it." Just like human skin...
...Marquis de Sade would have liked the leather and chain-link suits. I suppose they come with matching accessories like whips and dog collars...
...Arabs would seem to have every reason to want to forget June 5th. Yet throughout the Arab world last week, alternate cries of vengeance and mourning echoed from a million transistor radios and a dozen leather-lunged Arab prime ministers and presidents on the first anniversary of the Six-Day War with Israel. Heedless of the lessons of that swift, disastrous encounter, Arab speakers called in thundering phrases for a renewal of the war, foreshadowing further strife in the Middle East. As a fighting slogan the Arab nations have adopted "Victory or Martyrdom," and in a nationwide speech, Egyptian President...
Room at the Top. One day, sitting in a tree reading Moliere, young Pritchett made his spiritual getaway when a voice announced to him: "You are a skeptic." At 16, he happily went to work as an office boy in the leather trade. Here he adopted a surrogate father named Hobbs, who was cynical, glamorously debauched, and gauntly full of death. After four years, he went to live in Paris, and eventually moved into a writing career via journalism. Could any young man more convincingly escape a family trap? Yet just as they obsessed each other, Father and Mother still...