Word: matronly
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Month after month Vo worked on, an implacable, improbable figure huddled in his corner, typing out endless copy. He had no money. His appeals were stenciled on the blank sides of U.N. press releases; his lunch was carrots and lettuce. A sympathetic Swiss matron let him move his tent to her grounds. When the winter nights got too cold, he crept into a doll-house on the estate and slept with a hot-water bottle over his heart...
...with considerable unease. Mame, rich, beautiful and pushing 40 (determinedly ahead of her, with a 10-ft. pole), gives him good reason for alarm. In Paris she flutteres her feathers across the stage of the Folies-Bergere. In the south of France she becomes romantically involved with a Mediterranean matron-menace named Amadeo Armadillo, and in the Tyrol with an obnoxiously handsome Nazi named Putzi. In London Lady Gravell-Pitt, a flatulent and fraudulent old sandbarge, undertakes to direct Mame's entry into court society...
...Propagandist. Crisp, competent Yvette, now a stout matron of 36, gave a fine display of peasant shrewdness. She wrote a personal appeal to President Eisenhower,, got daughter Dorothy to write to a French radio program, Vous Etes Formidables ("You Are Terrific"), asking that her father's predicament be broadcast. More than 100,000 letters poured into the U.S. embassy in Paris begging that Wayne be pardoned...
...Fromms expect to lose $8,000 on this year's series. At intermission last week, one matron asked Norman Fromm if the program was not just a little too highbrow. Said Norman severely: "This is not just a Sunday outing." As if to prove him right, the audience downed a modest 108 bottles of champagne before returning soberly to their seats to sample Beethoven's Septet in E Flat Major...
...soothed, massaged and coifed in Madame Rubinstein's Manhattan salon, headquarters of her three-continent chain. A woman who wants to spend an entire day at the salon can spend up to $120 for a series of treatments that would make a siren out of a Westchester matron. First, she is told to change into a black leotard, given paper slippers and a white robe to wear. Her medical history is solemnly taken ("Any operations? How many children?"). After doing exercises in front of a mirror under direction of a Ph.D. from Vienna ($12), she hops into...