Word: pinking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...pretty, sex-hexed celebrity, and asked to take her picture. "Leave me in peace," was the reply. "I'm going to die anyway." A few hours later, Brigrrte Bardot made an apparently serious-and heavily headlined -attempt to die. In the garden of a friend's pink villa, a vineyard keeper found Brigitte unconscious beside a well. In the beam of his flashlight he saw Brigitte: "Her eyes were closed, her teeth slightly parted, and her arms were red with blood." It was her 26th birthday-and it ended up in a neurological clinic in Nice, where...
...pomp of ancient Rome or the jeweled brilliance of the great courts of France could shadow the moment; the eye of history could scarcely encompass the spectacle of so many potentates, Presidents and dictators. There sat Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev, his pink skull fringed with white, his face now frozen as a death mask, now galvanized into full-muscled motion. Behind him, rust-haired Josip Broz Tito of Yugoslavia posed self-assured and well fed. Scattered across the green-carpeted room, the members of the satellite pack waited with dull docility, their reflexes string-tied to the master puppeteer: Rumania...
...several years America's winningest thoroughbred trainer, Hirsch Jacobs, has selected a few horses from his vast stable to run under the salmon pink and green colors of his pretty daughter Patrice, 23. Last winter the Marymount Junior College alumna was given her first chance to pick her own yearling, and after weeks of study, she chose Hail to Reason-which this summer emerged as the nation's top two-year-old. But last week in an early-morning workout at Aqueduct, the horse that Patrice felt had "developed the nicest personality I've seen...
...mass movements in which the undulation of arm and body suggested forests of sea plants stirring to unseen tides. The sense of submarine fantasy was reinforced by Stage Designer Lila de Nobili's fine scenery: a castle of mist and fruitfulness, shadowy crags and waterfalls, aqueous skies streaked pink and green...
...oldtimers on Prout's Neck still remember their famous neighbor. They tell of how he raised pink carnations behind his studio, and how, when it was hot, he wore a wet sponge on his head out of a morbid fear of sunstroke. He would slash away with his cane at clumps of elderberries, because he considered the elderberry "weak." His great passion was the sea, which he painted, not as something seen through a dream as did the more mystical Albert Ryder, but as man's restless, churning, ever-changing challenge...