Word: publicist
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...only political-science fiction, but The German Confederation, written by Rudiger Altmann, a publicist who has been a consultant to Chancellor Ludwig Erhard, rapidly became a national topic of conversation when it was televised last month. And why not? Its scenario is nothing if not heady...
...this include the Birch Society? None of the committeemen would say so-at first. Then Birch Publicist John Rousselot crowed in San Marino, Calif., that it was "wise of the Republican Party to make clear that it doesn't seem to be influenced by extremist groups, such as the Communist Party or the Ku Klux Klan." At which, Wisconsin Representative Melvin Laird told his colleagues: "Let's quit monkeying around. No more hedging, damn it. The answer is yes." And so, by the end of the day, committee members were once again reading out the Birchers...
Joey Robinson, a spoiled poet who has become a high-level Manhattan publicist, returns to Pennsylvania for a weekend on his mother's farm. With him are his second wife Peggy and Richard, her 11-year-old son. While Joey mows the unkempt fields, the two women guardedly, and then unguardedly, spar over him, a prize that neither of them seems to want as much as they want simply to contest for its possession. The tug of war is academic anyway...
Yards of Copy. Being the best publicist in the autograph business, Hamilton made an appointment to meet the Secret Service men in his office at a specific time, then sent notes to newspapers and magazines all over town to make sure they would be on hand. When the S.S. men showed up, a host of reporters and photographers were waiting for them, having already been fed yards of copy by Hamilton himself. Said he: "I don't like Mrs. Johnson's use of the Secret Service as a go-between. It seems a little Gestapo-ish." Then...
Acerbic Speech. Naturally, Hollywood was anxious to see the Eastern Medusa, and the Hollywood Publicists' Guild invited Mrs. Crist to address a luncheon in Beverly Hills last month. If there was an outstretched hand, she not only disdained it; she bit it. Following Frank Sinatra's light and witty talk on his life and loves ("Must have had six gag writers," mused Crist), she plunged into an acerbic speech: "Back where I come from, Hollywood is a dirty word." Said an aggrieved 20th Century-Fox publicist: "She is a snide, supercilious, sour bitch. The thing she would hate...