Word: skies
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Chandler's campaign is vintage stuff. "The people love it," he has said. "Why, they eat it up." His crowds weep as he belts out a chorus of There's a Gold Mine in the Sky, nod reverently when he quotes the Bible, roar as he castigates Combs. Speaking of a $60,000 floral clock on the capitol grounds, Happy cries: "What time is it? Two petunias past the Jimson weed!" He promises that he will exempt food, medicine and clothing from the state's 3% sales tax without hurting the economy. When a woman asks...
...Yvette attended Catholic schools, studied for a year in Mexico City before settling down at Hollywood High School. She didn't get very far. For once upon a summer day, while horseback riding through the Hollywood Hills, she was startled to see a helicopter swoop down from the sky. Out stepped Pressagent Jim Byron ("that's spelled BYRON, as in Lord"), best known for having pasted together a puffy collage known as Jayne Mansfield...
Bright with reflected sunlight, and spread across 169,300 miles of space, the rings of Saturn gleam through telescopes as one of the most glorious sights in the sky. They seem as solid and substantial as Saturn itself. But astronomers know better: the great rings are really next to nothing at all. Stars shine right through them, and when they turn edge-on toward earth they vanish completely. This should not be surprising, say Drs. Allan Cook and Fred Franklin of the Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory at Cambridge, Mass. The beautiful rings, as the two astronomers see them, are less than...
Enter Laughing, by Joseph Stein. Jewish family situation comedies come to Broadway more often than the swallows go back to Capistrano. Separating the dramatic merits and demerits of a Seidman and Son from a Dear Me, the Sky Is Falling is a lot like fingerprinting a Siamese twin. If Enter Laughing is a tiny cut above the breed, it is because Playwright Stein, who adapted his comedy from the autobiographical novel of TV Comedian Carl Reiner, retains stubborn, slightly awkward traces of honest observation. He knows that the immigrant family walks on American soil hopefully, but always with the small...
...prove that he was a meticulous craftsman who could, if he had wanted, have bent to any fashion. But he wanted, as he said in a short story that he wrote about an artist who was obviously himself, to "revel in outlandish subjects." He could sometimes give a moonlit sky the same haunted-universe feeling as his contemporary, Albert Ryder. He could paint a game of croquet or a scene in Central Park with such feathery charm that these common, everyday scenes hardly seemed to come from reality. He painted innumerable nudes in all sorts of settings, and they...