Word: smokes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...architecture of Yale University has long been an enormous clutter of poorly integrated styles and hideous imitations, where Gothic halls are topped by Georgian towers, smoke-stacks disguised as medieval spires, and streets lined with Greek, Italian, Byzantine, and ancient Egyptian fakery. In recent years, however, Yale has begun what its enthusiasts consider a revolution in college building...
Choruses of "Pop Goes the Wessel," "Coming Through the Rye," "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes," and several varieties of the Twist ushered the acts into the areas, where they received the shouts of "Take it off." (Or, in the case of one rather hefty near-middle-aged stripper, "Put it back...
Missed Wagon. A.D.A. was founded in 1947 as a camp of non-Communist liberalism, in opposition to the Red-riddled popular front built around Presidential Hopeful Henry A. Wallace. But the following year the Wallace movement vanished like smoke in a windstorm, depriving A.D.A. of its original reason for being. In 1948, before the Democratic Convention, A.D.A. rooted against Harry Truman; some prominent A.D.A. members, including Chester Bowles and Franklin D. Roosevelt Jr., called for a Democratic ticket headed by General Dwight Eisenhower, then a political enigma. But after getting re-elected in 1948, Truman deprived A.D.A of the pleasures...
...happened. President Kennedy had slugged it out with steel and won. As the dust of battle lifted like smoke from an open-hearth furnace, the nation's press last week assigned itself the task of reckoning the casualties, the cost and, most importantly, the meaning of the fight...
...there, Mario de Vecchi, smoking feverishly in an off-yellow suite at the Ritz. Outside lay the Common with its formal drabness, and ten floors below, the Brahmins had gathered noiselessly to commune over impeccably dry martinis in a little bar itself so impeccably austere that it must often puzzle the stranger to Boston with its undeniable similarity to an anteroom in a plush, and extremely respectable sanatorium. Upstairs, behind a swirling curtain of smoke that burst at frequent intervals from just below his faintly smiling mustache, sat Signor de Vecchi, catlike in his expectation...