Word: silver
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Household silver became an index of financial status, and decorated with monograms and coats of arms, it became a highly personal way for a Dutch burgher to advertise his worth. When Colonel Abraham de Peyster died in 1728, he left behind 1,403¾ oz. of silver, all executed in ornate flatware and plate...
There being no official hallmarks as in England and Holland, silversmiths were of necessity men of integrity, and upon their honor alone depended the quality of the silver that they hammered and engraved. At the wish of their shoe-buckled patrons, the smiths were generous with the silver as well, turning out strong, heavy pieces (the New England silversmiths scrimped and made their ware thin...
Died. Dick Powell, 58, one of the first big-time Hollywood stars to leave the silver screen for the gold mines of TV, a onetime choirboy from Mountain View, Ark., who broke into the early talkies as a baby-faced crooner, later retyped himself as a good bad guy in a dozen movies, none as successful as his co-ownership (with David Niven and Charles Boyer) of Four Star Television, which had as many as 13 shows (among them: The Rifleman, Richard Diamond) going at one time; of cancer; in Hollywood...
...called home from his post as deputy commander of the Eighth Army in Korea to direct the agency. McNamara operates on the theory that the customer is not always right. When the Army and Navy wanted to standardize on a 12? brass belt buckle, the Air Force wanted silver and the Marines sought a 29? open-face buckle. General McNamara finally said it would be a 12? item - and black. "But why black? No one asked for black," complained one service aide. "Who the hell asked you?" replied McNamara. "You wanted a decision and you got it." He still wears...
...passes on his delight to the reader in prose that is sometimes eloquent, sometimes merely latter-day inspirational. "The stars rained down their incandescent spears in sharply patterned salvos upon Mount Pentelikon and me. Staggering a little with my face uplifted, rapt in the ringing of a dark-silver gong, I felt the winds of legend sweep between my ribs, and the fires of yearning and the tongues of dread...