Word: satin
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...stealing her underwear. Occasionally, however, somebody shows a gift for pointed lawyerly sarcasm. One defendant had smashed part of his neighbor's blaring rooftop alarm to silence it while the neighbor was away. The neighbor, seeking reimbursement, brought along the alarm and a pillow in a red satin case to show that the sound could have been stifled without damaging the system. "Your Honor," said the defendant, "I didn't have a red satin pillow." Wapner ruled in his favor...
...that erases the past and suggests terrible new options. And she knows, as a young woman whose Midwestern memories are as sordid as her Palm Beach present is posh, that she must sweat for what she wants. The film and the other characters sweat with her. Perspiration stains the satin sheets as Ned and Matty make love; and after, there is dew on the down of her back as she caresses and coaxes him. She is the mistress of these ceremonies, leading Ned on by his lust toward acts of love and murder...
...hundred people lingered on the lowest walkway, and 50 more chatted and watched the festivities from the highest span. The band was playing Satin Doll. At 7:01, the middle section of the top span simply gave way, and a moment later, the end sections fell free as well. Said a witness, Richard Howard: "You could watch people grab hold of the walkway. Then they just flew all over." Ann Dunford came within a hairbreadth of tumbling into the chasm. "I had one foot on the skyway," she said, "and I don't know if I felt...
...film The Seduction, due to be released late this year, she temporarily gives her bristling image the broom. Morgan plays a TV newscaster who catches the evil eye of a psychotic viewer with more on his mind than pillow talk. The actress certainly seems to cotton to her satin sheet role. "I'm so tired of menacing everyone," she says. "Now at last I get to be menaced." Though the part alters her wicked persona, Morgan has not grown too big for her bitches. This fall, she will return to roost on Flamingo Road...
Preppy fashion and the Reagan ascendancy have joined forces: Satin is out of the closet, fears of runaway sympathy for the poor locked in. But changing times have led to a new problem more the some still than the eternal defense against the resentment of the envious masses: long sufference of their attempts at familiarity and imitation. Groton-bred Robert A. Humphreville '80, office manager of the Hasty Pudding Club, has lost none of his preppy aplomb in the face of this nouveau nuisance. "I find it slightly tiresome that people who come from different backgrounds compensate by dressing...