Word: pinking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Morocco, Smalls' Paradise and Fort Lauderdale. Eleuthera has acquired four new hotels, and Harbour Island, a tiny island off Eleuthera's northern tip, has for years attracted socialites from the U.S. as a place for a quiet vacation in the well-managed cluster of cottages called Pink Sands Lodge...
...well-talcumed nymph lolls whitely against a background of Pepto-Bismol pink, her orange hair providing the final color clash that makes the whole thing undulate provocatively before the eyes. Another, in a great Flanders Field of a poppy-covered hat and a gold choker, stands scornfully akimbo; only the candid bareness of her monolithic bust keeps her from being some long-remembered Miss Gardner scolding the second grade before the class picnic...
...have to make a U-turn through traffic and there aren't six cars waiting and you need gas or something, please stop in." With the help of California's chirpy ad agency Weiner & Gossage, Petrofina spoofs competitors' seemingly endless additives by transporting its gas in pink tank trucks and giving away "Pink Air-the additive of the future." Petrofina reports a healthy rise in U.S. profits and sales (now $77 million...
...histories of two alcoholics: a public relations man (Jack Lemmon) and the secretary (Lee Remick) he marries. When they meet, she is hooked on chocolate bars, but he pretty soon switches her to the sauce. Hour after hour she sits tippling with TV, and he is too busy watching pink elephants to notice that they are pouring their lives down the hatch. He runs through five jobs in four years before he crawls on the wagon and drags her on it too. But they soon fall off, and he keeps falling until he hits bottom-one day he wakes...
...bones she knows. Flora is a vulgar, bawdy, explosive clown in her 60s, an eternal show girl, who has buried six husbands and who, fingers warty with jewels, is still desperately, greedily, and somehow gallantly grabbing at life in a mountaintop villa in Italy. Indeed, she has three villas, pink, blue and white, all wired up in a walkie-talkie intercom system into which she dictates at all hours of the day and night what she ludicrously conceives to be Proustian memoirs of the international set. Up a goat's path to the Goforth domain staggers a starving, exhausted...