Word: lunch
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Around Shirley, Hollywood was scrambling with Oscar-night fury for tickets for the Khrushchev lunch at the 20th Century-Fox studios. Wives who had not been seen publicly with their husbands for months were demanding that they were just as essential as Mrs. Khrush (only the celebrated married couples, e.g., Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh, Dick Powell and June Allyson, got automatic twosome invitations). Things were getting so tough that the host committee, trying to winnow Hollywood's must-be-seen-there thousands down to a sociable 400, flatly decided to discriminate against actors' agents...
...White House to Manhattan, to San Francisco, Des Moines and Pittsburgh. In San Francisco, demands for tickets to the Commonwealth Club's banquet were matching Franklin Roosevelt's historic appearance in 1932. Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria grand ballroom was booked solid for the mayor's lunch (and a visiting convention of dentists, with a prior booking for the ballroom, was not too sure it was going to give up its rights) and again for a dinner sponsored by the Economic Club...
Late one convention morning, an irate delegate finally jumped up, shouted that the convention was an issue-dodging fake. The convention heard him out. Then the chairman announced: "We have now earned our lunch. Guten Appetit" And with that, everyone trooped off to a meal of mushroom soup, rolled beef bürgerlich and grape tart with whipped cream...
...heiress presumptive to the throne of The Netherlands. Under cloudbursts of ticker tape, she was driven up lower Broadway, incidentally passing over the site where marooned Dutch sailors spent the winter of 1613 as the first white inhabitants of Manhattan. In the U.S. for ten days, the princess would lunch with President Eisenhower in Washington, but would spend much of her time in the Hudson River Valley, helping to commemorate the 350th anniversary of its exploration by the Dutch captain of The Half Moon...
...nature's less than one-seventh. He pushes his own head backward and thrusts the piece forward, studying it with a frown. Then he pokes two tiny indentations to make the eyes. One or more such small maquettes, produced between breakfast and a 1 o'clock lunch, may prove the seed for another of the large reclining women or mother figures to which the mind of Henry Moore returns and returns...