Word: pinkness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...this battle of the agelong war, what is the part played by the junior Senator from Wisconsin? He dons his war paint. He goes into his war dance. He emits his war whoops. He goes forth to battle and proudly returns with the scalp of a pink Army dentist...
...Girl in Pink Tights (music & lyrics by Sigmund Romberg and Leo Robin; book by Jerome Chodorov and Joseph Fields) deserves credit for a good deed: it brought Renee Jeanmaire, of France and Hollywood, to Broadway. Impishly black-eyed, boyishly black-haired, seductively black-silk-stockinged, she is an expert and charming dancer, an inexpert and amusing singer, an explosive personality, and a very bright asset of a decidedly dull show...
Over a Tokyo luncheon of pink macaroni and deviled quail's eggs, a group of top Japanese industrialists last week ticked off their country's economic woes to newsmen. The list was long. Since the end of the Korean war, U.S. Army special procurement orders for supplies have dropped 70% from the $32 million-a-month average in the first half of 1953. Japan's industry is burdened by crushing bank loans; labor and raw materials are skyhigh. With fewer dollars than before, Japan must still import a minimum of $400 million worth of basic foodstuffs each...
...subject matter that is its mark. But Curry did have the boldness to conceive a Cineramic view of the land he loved. At the height of his fame, he called Wisconsin Landscape "my greatest." Grant Wood, like Benton, sowed some Midwestern oats in Paris. There he sported shocking pink whiskers and a Basque beret, painted hazy, impressionistic canvases. Back home in his native Iowa, he mainly taught art for a living. He shaved his round face smooth, and assumed an exterior as mild as a cup of Ovaltine...
...topflight Detroit industrialist could understand. He rises in the dawn cacophony of his capital's unbelievably numerous roosters, and hops on an exercise machine. After a rubdown, he breakfasts in bathrobed comfort on fruit and cafe au lait. Then, in a suite filled with alabaster busts, stuffed pink cranes, Empire clocks and pictures of himself and other Haitian heroes, the President reads reports and mail, takes a thoughtful second look at work saved over from the night before. At 7:30 he showers and dresses, usually in grey gabardine or white linen, a silk tie with a gold clasp...