Word: shirt
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Back in Manhattan after peddling his new perfume "Y" ($35 an ounce) from one coast to the other, the traveling salesman lounged around his Regency Hotel suite in a bright red sweater and red trousers, waiting for his frilled dress shirt to come back from the laundry. "I have two or three others," murmured French Fashion Prince Yves St. Laurent, 29, "but I just like that one. It's been to 30 or 40 parties on this trip." After all those parties, Yves wanted to visit the Museum of Modern Art. "I want to see Mondrian, the father...
...McNamara from Pittsburgh to surrender: Alcoa would cancel its price boosts. Lest the company change its mind overnight, McNamara called in newsmen for a 9:45 conference, acting so quickly that he had no time either to shave off his 5 o'clock shadow or don the blue shirt he always wears...
Chief Joseph was splendid in defeat. When he came riding into the white man's camp that cold, snowy morning in 1877, there was a bullet scratch across his forehead, wounds on his wrist and back, and bullet holes in his shirt and leggings. Handing his rifle to Colonel Nelson Miles, he spoke: "I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. The old men are all dead. He who led the young men is dead. It is cold, and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away...
Suspended Mike. Snappy as an Ivy League caballero in his black suit, ruffled shirt and bow tie," Alpert, 28, is an ex-Army trumpeter who has played taps for as many as 18 military funerals a day. Experimenting with a tape recorder in his garage one day, Alpert found that by overdubbing one trumpet solo on top of another, he could produce an intriguing "Spanish flair." The effect proved most rewarding in Twinkle Star, a song written by a friend...
...pick of Rat's litter is Corporal King, a cunning G.I. thimblerigger whose genius for survival turns Changi into a thieves' market. Get yours, reasons the King, and despite rigid camp rules against trading, he gets his: watches, rings, or the shirt off another prisoner's back-anything he can buy low and sell high through corrupt Japanese guards who have connections in Singapore's black market. While senior officers mope around in rags, King wears spruce khaki laundered by hired flunkies. Those who serve him may hate him, but they seldom die of malnutrition...