Word: nicest
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...little trouble with titles when Israel's ex-Prime Minister David Ben-Gurion, 80, arrived with his wife for a three-week visit to the U.S. Some reporters called the indestructible old statesman "Mr.," others "Prime Minister." The Mrs. set them straight. "Ben-Gurion would be the nicest thing," she said. "Prime Minister anyone could be-Ben-Gurion nobody could be." Said B. G. with a smile: "I'm not responsible for her answers." New York's Governor Nelson Rockefeller got all mixed up too. When he greeted Ben-Gurion at the Hotel Plaza, Rocky started...
...annual International Ball this year had almost none of the normal rites of a blast for charity-no drawings, no door prizes, no speeches. Just dancing and plenty of it. All of which was fine by Treasury Secretary Henry Fowler, 58, who cheered: "This is one of the nicest I've been to." Alas, Fowler felt constrained to sit out the frugs and watusis. Remember those undignified pictures they took last February when he did a warm frug at a party with Carol Channing? "I'm just like Lindbergh," sighed Fowler. "Made one flight, became famous and quit...
...have seen Marlene Dietrich in 1928, two years before The Blue Angel, and won from her a smile that says it all? Or could have photographed Sophia Loren in Marriage-Italian Style, a picture that revealed her as the love goddess of her age, while remembering her as "the nicest and hardest-working movie actress I have ever met"? That the same eye should also have seen the brooding evil in Goebbels in 1933 and wisdom deep in the eyes of Edward Teller in 1963 testifies to Eisenstaedt's undimmed perception, which makes him at 67 a photographer without...
...dear departed who devoted themselves especially to Jewish causes, Jessel always has a few extra words of praise. Jack Benny recalls that Jessel's "nicest eulogy was for one of James Mason's cats. You wouldn't believe what that cat had done for Israel...
...that the sculptors have hidden microphones that are broadcasting their sweet nothings to the laughing crowd in the breast bar. Youngsters scramble up the stairs through the tummy, pop out of the navel, where there is a conveniently placed table on a terrace. "It's one of the nicest things," says Niki de Saint-Phalle. "Spectators can get a good view of the woman and talk with their friends below...