Word: parlor
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Illinois boy who has made his mark in Canada, Theodore Jonathan Emmert, 45, likes to play parlor games that involve the element of chance, almost invariably wins by swiftly reckoning the mathematical probabilities. Last week Emmert took on a job that calls for both skill and luck: the presidency of A. V. Roe Canada Ltd., a $270 million complex that produces aircraft, steel, engines and buses. Because Canada makes no missiles, Roe has fared worse than most planemakers in the switch away from aircraft; last year its sales fell 27% to $242 million. Emmert, who began as a production-line...
...paste my casket with certificates for charities, and professorial chair endowments, and the hundred-and-one do-gooder agencies ghoulishly squeezing through the door of the funeral parlor for a handout. If you are going to be big-hearted ... do it on your own time . . . and don't wait for death to open up your heart to the needy and the sick. I believe flowers are proper and right at the time of death, beautifully symbolic of the brief human life, grown by God and thereby so precious to Him, even at its fading. So, no matter what others...
...unwilling subjects. At day's end he retires to a sumptuous fieldstone house in the residential enclave for Communist bigwigs near Liepnitz Lake, where he, his Communist wife Lotte and a 17-year-old daughter share the comforts of a movie house, ballroom, restaurant, swimming pool, massage parlor and nuclear bomb shelter with the other top 20 families of East Germany...
...Communist mamma. At home in Argentina, Celia has long been an all-wool Communist herself, but hampered by individualistic tendencies. She often ate with a pistol on the table, and, before she separated from Ernesto Sr.. sometimes used the weapon to threaten her husband, whose policies were only parlor pink. Somehow the leaders of Argentine Communism never got around to giving Celia the leading role in the movement she felt she deserved...
...hero -not Mike Hammer but a creep named "Deep" for short and "Old Deep the Cannon Boy" for long-is splattering a man. Hammer seldom bothered with anything so tame; he ka-powed naked blondes in the stomach with his blue-glinting .45. Such parlor pleasantries accounted for the sale of 32 million paperback copies of Spillane's seven previous titles. The new boy, a hardrock who shows up to take over his neighborhood gang after 25 years of mysterious absence, will never do as well. Deep down, Deep is mushy. He sticks to one crazy beautiful...