Word: silver
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...designated a national historic site by Congress in 1967. The house is to be open to the public daily, which will assure a permanent addition to the ubiquitous Kennedy legend. Some of the original furnishings are on display -including John Kennedy's bassinet, the silver bowl and spoon he used as a child, and two of the favorite books of his boyhood: King Arthur and His Knights and Billy Whiskers, the story of a goat. There is also a toy train of the period, presented by the Museum of the City of New York...
What Frommer says has the ring of solid silver. His Europe on $5 a Day outsells Fielding's Super-Economy Guide by about two to one, and one reason surely is the Fielding book's patronizing attitude toward low-budget travel. "What about the bargain-basement Continent of $1 rooms, 500 meals and 250 drinks?" reads the introduction. "Yes, you can ferret out those places?just as the visitor to New York City can ferret out a bed along the Bowery's Skid Row and a 250 meal at a soup kitchen. But you are an American." Fielding's people...
...last that he will give as the orchestra's musical director. At the end of the 105-minute performances, Bernstein received standing ovations, and he was near tears as he embraced the soloist and first-desk musicians. The orchestra, at an emotion-laden private party, gave him a silver-and-gold mezuzah, sculpted by Artist Resia Schor; the directors of the Philharmonic presented him with a 19-ft.-long speedboat, so that Lenny can practice his skills as a water-skier on Long Island Sound near his Connecticut country home...
...plot in poetry, T. S. Eliot has compared it to a lump of meat thrown a house dog by a burglar (the writer) to keep him busy while the real business is attended to?rifling the silver cupboard or dealing in the wizardry of words. Nabokov feels the same...
Russian Scrabble. The meal ends, always the same way. Nabokov empties his pockets of silver, apparently at random. Alone of the regulars, he tips at each meal. "You don't know the laws that govern my life," he sighs humbly, looking heavenward. Now there is time for more serious talk, but Nabokov is reluctant to discuss The Novel...