Word: maling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...report that the Australian male still rules and has not yet become subservient to and dominated by the female of the species as appears to be the state of affairs in the U.S.-although it did take us some time to restore the position after the G.I. invasion...
...first part of the ballet. Choreographer Balanchine tells the story of how the rug was woven somewhere in the desert: a swarm of ballerinas, supported by male dancers passing for nomad tribesmen, weave an elaborate cat's cradle of streamers, their movements as intricate and precise as the shuttling of a power loom. Then the story moves on to the Persian court, and the rest of the ballet is merely a "court entertainment,'' a kind of Balanchine variety show. In a swirl of color, foreign visitors to the court strut the stage dressed in everything from...
...salve male souls, the female showing was not entirely based on driving skills. Explains blonde Mary Davis, 31,3 Hollywood restaurant owner and the driver of the winning Plymouth Belvedere in the low-price, eight-cylinder class: "We women did damned well in the mouth department-and we didn't do too badly in the driving either." At the stops along the course, the women indeed did a good job of talking their male competitors into states of nervous exhaustion. Said Mary Davis: "Anyone who's on the road for hours at a time like this is inclined...
...tall, slim Mary Hauser, a Hollywood housewife who knows little about the innards of automobiles ("I don't even know where the oil stick is"), the economy run seemed relatively simple. Said Mrs. Hauser, winner of the low-price, six-cylinder class in a Plymouth Savoy: "I think male drivers are high-strung, tense, too worried about stepping on the accelerator without thinking. Me, I just sit there calmly, smoking a cigarette, steering with one hand-and shaking my teeth." Tennis...
...Duke of Wellington approved of elegance, but he felt obliged to advise his splendidly uniformed Grenadier Guards that their behavior was "not only ridiculous but unmilitary" when they rode into battle on a rainy day with their umbrellas raised. Such peacockery startles the 20th century male, who trembles dizzily at the brink of foppishness when he folds a handkerchief into the breast pocket of his sack suit. The rich man of today dresses more plainly, if anything, than his short-form employee, and there are social observers who theorize that the tycoon tries to be inconspicuous because he feels guilty...