Word: plaids
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...flinty sparks when they encounter in the newspapers old adversaries from the Kremlin or East Germany or Cuba. For 31 years Dick Helms fought the silent war with terrorists, killers, subversives, guerrillas and power maniacs who would have smashed their way to authority. Crisp handkerchief tucked in his glen-plaid breast pocket, shod in Ivy League loafers, Helms stayed a step or two ahead of them all. He was faster, sharper and, yes, at times more brutal. If he had not been he would have been fired...
...door opened, slammed again, and before them stood their third roommate, Shapiro. Shapiro was wearing jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, a denim jacket and top hat. He walked over to Bell, grabbed a handful of speed, threw it down, and said, "Ah glorious speed. Ah the glory of Merle. When you're running down my country boy you're fucking with the fightin' side of me. Haggard is the quintessential philosopher of our times. He has much more to say to me than Hegel. He celebrates the virtues of rural life, of homosexuality in prisons, of staying off welfare...
...European ones at the time) could equal. Like gigantic watercolors-which in effect they are-Noland's targets and chevrons bloom and pulsate with light. They offer a pure, uncluttered hedonism to the eye. But that is all they do offer. The more recent work, the plaid paintings of 1971 with their tartan grid of lines laid like pastel Mondrian across a blue ground, and the irregular polygonal canvases from 1976 with rays and cuts of color, cannot even do that. One realizes, descending the ramp of the Guggenheim, that Noland is hardly a giant of cultural history...
...liege lord of the game. Hagen was already displaying the waggish bravura that made him a gallery idol when he showed up for his first Open in 1913 at Brookline, the Crimson's home course. The Haig wore a garrish bandana tied cowboy style, a striped silk shirt, a plaid Scottish cap, and his wide laced brogans with the tongue moddishly doubled back over the instep...
...Jimmy Carter is fatigued. His eyes are red-rimmed and his shoulders sag beneath his gray plaid suit coat as he steps into the elevator from the ceremonial ground floor and rides to his living quarters on the second floor of the White House. It is a few minutes after 7 p.m., and the President of the United States, who prides himself on his punctuality, is late joining his family for dinner...