Word: redness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Channel at take-off time aboard a picturesque but snail-slow two-masted schooner, christened the Black Magic by Shirley May's pressagent Ted Worner (and later rechristened the Black Maria by disgusted newsmen). The Associated Press had wisely hired its own steamer, the Red Commodore (complete with a restaurant and bar), as well as a speedboat and plane, so it had six staffers on the spot...
...waterside interview, but she was too busy. From the Black Magic's deck, Frank Sinatra records beamed encouragement to the struggling swimmer: "Down & down I go, round & round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide . . . under That Old Black Magic . . ." The Red Commodore also relayed a message from young (18) Briton Philip Mickman, who had unobtrusively swum the Channel two weeks before: "Head up, chin up, spit it out, beat Old Man Channel." Between wireless messages, the A.P. released carrier pigeons to fly bulletins to England. Unfortunately, the pigeons flew to France...
...Red Bomb. At X minus 15 minutes, a bomb set off a cloud of bright red warning smoke. The gantry crane had been wheeled away; the rocket stood slim and alone. Just before X minus ten minutes, a man jumped up on the launching platform and pulled the safety plug from between the rocket's fins, and thus closed the control circuits. It was ready to fire...
...week, one of Lisa's typical days began at 7 a.m., when she arose at her converted gardener's cottage in Muttontown^ Long Island. She breakfasted in bed, listened to her eight-year-old daughter Mia read her lessons. She drove 35 miles to Manhattan in her red-upholstered Studebaker convertible. On the road, she was something of a hazard. An amateur plane pilot, she considers any speed under 70 m.p.h. dull. She fretted at whistling truck drivers and ogling motorists/'There will be an accident for sure," she said, "and those silly men will...
...batch of dresses a line and a model a dearie), she taxied two blocks east to Fifth (where a garment is a creation, a line a collection and a dearie a darling). After a session with the hairdresser (Lisa's hair, which used to be black and then red, is now ash blonde), she rushed to a sitting with old friend Horst at the Vogue studios. Two hours later, she raced on (without stopping for lunch) to another sitting with Photographer Henry Gravneek. She retouched her make-up in the taxi. Says she: "It makes for the most interesting...