Word: oiled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Southeast Asia when completed in 1969, Thai Nguyen was already turning out 200,000 tons of cast iron, supplying 80% of North Viet Nam's iron and steel alloy needs. It also had a vital role in Hanoi's war effort, fabricating "instant" bridges, cargo barges and oil drums...
Nonetheless, Nolde lived in fear-fear of Allied bombers, fear of hidden microphones in his studio and informers among his guests. Because he feared the telltale stench of turpentine, he gave up oils and instead painted some 1,300 watercolors on small (5-in. to 10-in.) pieces of Japanese rice paper that could easily be hidden. His wife Ada would press them flat with her iron before he hid them away in his huge "treasure chest." He called them "unpainted pictures" because he hoped some day to use them as bases for oil paintings...
Trolls & Hobgoblins. Only a small proportion of Nolde's watercolors had been translated to oil before his death in 1956 at the age of 88, and the rest form a self-sustaining cycle. Some 54 of the watercolors are currently on display at Manhattan's Knoedler gallery (see color opposite). In contrast to Nolde's earlier works, which stress religious subjects or Berlin's raucous cabarets, this rural cycle focuses on ordinary workaday existence, together with a few of the Nordic trolls and hobgoblins native to Schleswig-Holstein. Most of the pictures show pairs and groups...
...Shared by British Petroleum, Compagnie Française des Petroles, Royal Dutch/Shell, Mobil Oil, Standard Oil (New Jersey) and the Gulbenkian family of Europe...
...have undergone some renovations too. In the first Drummond adventure, Irma was described as a sultry brunette who spoke in silent-movie captions ("Mon Dieu, you ugly man! Tell me why you are such a fool!"). In this film, she is introduced as the svelte blonde secretary of an oil magnate who maintains his executive offices in a private jetliner. "Your cigar, sir," murmurs Irma (Elke Sommer), as she extracts a plump Corona from her ruffled cigarter. The boss lights up, draws deep, looks faintly startled as the cigar explodes a .38 slug that rips through the back...