Word: owners
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Misty Idealism. Even though jammed galleries do not often bring big sales, the dealers on La Cienega are apt to speak of Monday night with a sort of misty idealism. "The Monday night promenade," says Jerry Jerome, a onetime furniture salesman who is now co-owner of the Ceeje Gallery, "helps us to familiarize people without any sense of artistic values with what is being done here." It is, of course, a big two hours between Henry Moore and Billy Al, and just where the La Cienega crowd's values lie at closing time...
...nonetheless. Sales of foundation garments have quadrupled since 1950, and slimming parlors have become almost as thick as Germany's beloved whipped cream. In Bonn, where a session at the stylish Salon der Figur ranges from $6 for a plump pubescent to $125 for a well-marbled dowager, Owner Helga Pietsch sighs: "Ninety percent of the German women who come in here don't even know what a calorie...
...have lunch, fiddle around for another hour, then take off to play golf." Such, in the words of one of them, has traditionally been the workday of a London art gallery owner, reflecting a leisurely love of art and a commensurate distaste for commerce. Into this gentle world has come a pair of dealers whose hard work and hard sell have swiftly made their gallery, Marlborough Fine Art Ltd., the most formidable giant in the modern field. Almost without realizing it, half a dozen old-line houses have lost their best artists to Marlborough, and soon the gallery will start...
...Great Act. It was after he got out of jail that Means staged the greatest act of his career. In 1932, the Lindbergh-baby kidnaping sent the nation reeling with shock. The fat, dimpled charlatan got in touch with Mrs. Evalyn Walsh McLean,* owner of the famed Hope diamond and estranged wife of the Washington Post publisher. She was a friend of the Lindberghs, and of course would be overjoyed if she could help find the baby. Just leave it to me, said Smiling Gaston. All he needed to turn the trick was $104,000 ($100,000 for the kidnapers...
Ugly Shouts. Moments after Blake and his group entered the grounds, a park owner stopped them, read the trespass law aloud. The marchers remained silent-but they did not leave the premises. Said Chief Lally: "You can leave or you can be arrested." Still the group was silent. Police moved in, placed them under arrest, led them politely to a waiting patrol wagon...