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...Francisco, some teen-agers dye their hair green. Others pencil their eyebrows in red, paint cat's whiskers on their faces, wear purple lipstick. Their hats are trimmed with swizzle sticks, foxtails and pipe cleaners. Shouting the password "Zorch!" (fuzz-beard lingo for Hollywood's "colossal!"), they storm into a radio studio in the Palace Hotel five nights a week to pay homage to a bop-talking disk jockey named Richard Bogardus Blanchard. In five months "Red" Blanchard, 33, has zoomed from a routine job as staff announcer at station KCBS to a position that his pressagents describe...
Democrats in Denver all acted as if he would. Confidence was their password; no matter what happened they seemed certain that the Republicans would bail them out by making mistakes...
...with fearless frankness and individualism, the Black Watch had small respect for top-brass rulings that offended their habits and sense of custom. "Halt, wha's that?" snapped a sentry one night. "Come, come," said the approaching officer, "that's no way to challenge. Ask me the password." "This is nae time for your bloody kiddin'," snapped the sentry. "Whit's your bloody name...
...sport shirts and pressed linens, old men in soiled shorts and wide straw hats, nearly all of them with poverty in their faces-listen with silent intentness. After the speeches there are questions. Gonzales Guilas, a gaunt, tall man who is the lieutenant of his barrio, suggests a nightly password-else how will they be able to tell patrolling soldiers from "New Faces?" The major dodges this...
Even before Author Anaïs Nin (rhymes with bean) had found a commercial publisher for her work, her name was a password among the avantgarde. Novelist Henry (Tropic of Cancer) Miller proclaimed her unpublished diary worthy to "take its place beside the revelations of St. Augustine, Petronius, Rousseau, Proust and others." By 1944 Paris-born Author Nin had arrived in Greenwich Village, privately published three books, and decided to "convert and transpose the diary of 65 volumes into a full, long novel . . ." Like her other two published novels Ladders to Fire (1946) and Children of the Albatross...