Word: lunches
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Practical and elegant," says Adrian. "That's what the new look's about. You're having lunch in town and you've got this gala to go to at night, so you put the hair piece in a bag and take it with you, and with four hairpins you've got your elegance." Upkeep is nominal; an occasional dusting or a once-over with the vacuum keeps the topknot topnotch. And many of Adrian's wiglets, unlike the French designs, go up and out in living color. Although "Les Plumes" fans out to three...
Traveler: It's marvelous how you do it, Doctor. I've been traveling the same territory myself, but nobody ever really opens up except filling station attendants and waitresses. I tried to talk to a truck driver at a lunch counter in Salt Lick, Ky., about the Common Market. He looked as if he was about to punch me in the nose, so I dropped the subject. In Palmyra, Ind., I asked a farmer how he felt about Kennedy. "My politics is my business," he said. In Paoli, Ind., I asked a housewife if she was alarmed about...
...assiduously copying such maxims as "Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty." Art and science are similar exercises in demonstration, not experiment. Instead of spontaneous sketching, the kids dutifully copy reproductions of the masters; Fuller shows scientific phenomena with a Sterno can and a toy physics kit. Fuller prepares lunch himself-usually canned soup, fruit, bread, butter and milk. The kids say grace in Russian, eat at their desks, and return their plates (scraped) to Fuller in the kitchen. If they stick to this Spartan routine through high school, Fuller is sure, colleges will shower them with "a multitude...
...taxied to Manhattan's Grand Central Terminal (the driver tried to overcharge them). In the busy, navelike waiting room, with its constant turnover of travelers, Jimmy Orr lay on a bench for almost seven hours sweating out a train for Toronto. While his family went to a nearby lunch counter for a snack, a motherly Negro tried to make the boy more comfortable. Then the five Orrs boarded the North Star, and sat up all night as the coach made seemingly unlimited stops. As they neared Toronto, Jimmy opened his shirt, looked at the itching red spots, and said...
...word. Now it's a businessmen's luncheon restaurant." A member of Chicago's swank Chicago Club feels that even more crucial to the club is the out-of-town migration of business and industry: "Who's going to come into the city during lunch hour...