Word: paired
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...movie stars and corporation bosses, but bequeathed to his sons some of his East Boston toughness. He frequently concealed his taste for classical music lest it be thought effete. One night in the '30s he was listening to Beethoven's Fifth Symphony on a phonograph when a pair of his cronies requested some "hi-di-ho." Scowled Kennedy: "You dumb bastards don't appreciate culture...
University of Arizona Astronomer Ewen A. Whitaker set about to find out. Examining panoramic photographs taken by the spacecraft's TV camera from just 5 ft. off the ground, he saw a pair of large rocks inside Surveyor's crater. Looking further, he noticed that the rocks and two small craters on the floor of the crater were aligned along an imaginary path pointing directly north. "That's all we had to go on, really," says Whitaker. "We had no way of telling the size of these landmarks or the distance between them...
...Kaufman, a wealthy Manhattan real estate executive who met Gina in New York two months ago. No kin to the late playwright, he likes to toss off lines like "My first and greatest present to Gina is my love." In Rome, where they announced plans to marry, the pair was mobbed by the press. Photographers followed them everywhere-even on the plane from Geneva to Rome, and that proved too much for the lovebirds. Gina grabbed a bottle of champagne, shook it up and squirted it at one of her tormentors. "You and your stinking ancestors!" she shouted...
...Nosed Reindeer. As Capote's simple-minded cousin, Geraldine Page acts with unforced poignance. She is totally enveloped by the author's narration, which contains such passages of ostentatious sensitivity as "I keep searching the sky. As if I expected to see, rather like hearts, a lost pair of kites hurrying toward heaven." Those people who have been forced to give up cyclamates may find this an admirable substitute...
...this D.C. bus, here I was, wearing a pair of jeans whose zipper was broken, as well as a jacket that didn't quite fit, and looking just as objectionable as I possibly could. Perhaps, after all, streetfighting was a pretty good deal-at least, it allowed for an indulgence that even the new politics couldn't accommodate...