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...mode de G.E. IBM, in a glorious defiance of sanity, has set what appears to be a 50-ton egg on a nest of plastic in the tops of metal trees. Johnson's Wax has suspended a huge gold clam over a blue pool inside six slender white pylons that rise high and flare into unearthly petals. Eastman Kodak has built a plaza under an undulating roof of thin-shell concrete that plays hide-and-seek with geometry, now duncing up into conical pinnacles, now forming a hole so that real and artificial rains can pour through onto Sculptor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Fairs: The World of Already | 6/5/1964 | See Source »

...grew up in the same neighborhood in Allentown, Pa., as Lee Iacocca, and was a close schoolgirl friend of his sister, Delma. (Lido was a slender, soft-spoken kid-several years our junior-in those days.) But I would like to say that his success couldn't happen in a nicer family...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: May 1, 1964 | 5/1/1964 | See Source »

...when you could pull out drawer 1336 in the Widener Library public catalogue and count on getting the librarian's tranche de vie between EBNETH and ECHAVELAR. No more. So rapid has the growth of knowledge been, that now an even larger scoop of learning is within that slender tray betrayed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Drawer 1336 | 4/23/1964 | See Source »

...obscure, brown-shirted band of fanatics who called themselves the Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei-Nazis for short-bought their first newspaper. It did not seem much of a buy. The Volkischer Beo-bachter (People's Observer), was a slender Munich biweekly with barely 7,000 subscribers and not a pfennig in the till. Its new publisher, one Adolf Hitler, made it a daily and rang up a blustering new masthead slogan: "Combat Organ of the National Socialist Movement of Germany...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Hitler's Paper Yoke | 4/17/1964 | See Source »

Alice was a pretty thing, with blond hair verging on copper tones. There was a sort of fairylike fragility about her arching, slender neck and delicately cut profile, and though she was not really small she seemed so, for she was slender and small-boned, not like a Watteau shepherdess, but like a little girl, and every move she made was graceful and unhurried as grain bending in the wind. Eric was not really handsome, but he had a clean-cut youthfulness, sleek hair, clear eyes and skin, and a certain litheness in his movements that bespoke the practiced athlete...

Author: By Jerome Burke, | Title: Morticians' Journal Tells Of Unfortunate Romance | 4/17/1964 | See Source »

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