Word: shirt
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...made up for the rest of the rally. His trips to the Riviera and the World Series seemed to have done great things for him. His face was finally ruddy, his hair had a luminous silver finish, and his tailor had equipped him with an almost psychedelic baby blue shirt. Finally, the Democrats had a match for Ronald Reagan--as if it matters...
...stamped J.I.L.Y. (for "Jackie I Love You"), just as he once gave an M.I.L.Y. bracelet to Maria and a T.I.L.Y. bracelet to Tina. He is no clotheshorse. His baggy suits ("Made in London while he's in New York," comments a Monacan critic) are always worn with a blue shirt and blue tie. He prefers to go shirtless on his yacht, and pays strict attention to his waistline...
Okay, I'm on my way. Dress up. How about the moustache. Off, for General Motors. I take my moustache off to you, GM. Sideburns? Wait, no. Sideburns stay. Johnny Carson is growing his, so they're all right. White shirt...
...wearing a long, extra long, shiny gray suit, white shirt, thin red tie, short hair, and, notable among his expressionless features, straight-staring, hard-looking eyes. While speaking, he lines up his green blotter with the bottom of his desk. He runs his thumb along the ridge to make sure the blotter edge are even. Then he places his square pen stand in the bottom right hand corner of the blotter. That leaves him, finally, with only my information sheet, with which he improvises, placing it on top or to the left of the pen stand, perfectly even with...
...anything, so long as it is smothered in ketchup. He is never without a cigar, but he cannot say what brand he is smoking at any given moment. He does not drink: alcohol, he says, "wastes your physical and mental energy." His dress is nondescript: always a white shirt and a faintly iridescent black suit. He has no hobbies and no interest in material possessions (he claims assets of $77,000). Aboard his campaign plane, he spends most of his time staring stolidly out the window, neither reading nor talking...