Word: souped
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...blue and white stone house in Gourin, busy themselves raising flowers and vegetables. "They work hard as hell in America," complains Daouphars. "And all that air conditioning doesn't do any good. Funny thing, too-both my wife and I ate hardly anything-toast for breakfast, soup for lunch, a bit of meat for dinner. But, due to a lack of proper exercise, I had a huge belly hanging out in front...
...cans to their paintings. His 155-work exhibition that opens this week at Brandeis University's Rose Art Museum,* proves that Rivers is exciting in his own right. Even the commonplace cliché of General George fording the Delaware looks good beside a giant representation of a Campbell soup can. The crucial difference is that Rivers, unlike the pop artists, does not leave his subject matter standing alone as a cool icon supposedly full of a magic banality. Rather, he espouses historical nostalgia, family relationships and concern for human tragedy. He is even a compulsive portraitist...
...Gilbert called it a momentous occassion, noting that it was the first time Chagall and Radcliffe had gotten together. The art critics said the paintings were a relief from soup cans and dots. A mink-covered matron decided to buy one to replace an old Chagall she feared had grown unfashionable...
...Soup & Chicken. "I sang every maid in the operatic repertory," Teresa recalls. But reviewers noticed her in the small parts, called her "the baby Callas." She had the brash drive of an expectant star. After a lunch at the White House with President Kennedy in 1961, she told reporters: "The soup was lukewarm, the chicken tasteless." She kept pestering Rudolf Bing tirelessly for better roles. In the best operatic tradition, opportunity came on two days' notice: she replaced ailing Lucine Amara as Liu. Despite excellent notices, Bing still held her back: "You have plenty of time." She retorted...
...Yukon Territory's Mount Kennedy, the mountaineer peered red-eyed through a three-day growth of beard, stripped to the waist in the - 10° cold, gave himself a rubdown with the contents of a cup of hot water. Then he settled down to a dinner of chicken soup, T-bone steak, instant mashed potatoes with butter, Madeira wine, vanilla ice cream and coffee. Shortly thereafter, New York's Democratic Senator Bobby Kennedy crawled into his sleeping bag for a nine-hour snooze...