Word: tags
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...luncheon the following day, the toastmaster introduced Kubitschek as a man who had made good "in Horatio Alger style." The tag was entirely accurate. Brazil's President-elect, now a trim, well-groomed 54, was reared in poverty. He worked his way through medical school by working nights as a telegrapher, eventually became a fashionable surgeon, later gave up his profitable practice to enter politics. Elected governor of the Texas-sized state of Minas Gerais, he made his name as a builder, with a long list of roads, power plants and schools to his credit. Running for President...
...furnished in something better than Farrell's caveman modern. Kilroy Was Here is an evocative, semi-autobiographical prowl among the littered streets and crumbling tenements of Farrell's boyhood on Chicago's South Side. Tart as melting aspirin on the tongue, it lives up to its tag line, "Kilroy was here but left because the place stank." A Baptism in Italy takes a tender look at a beat-up Italian writer-revolutionary who is punchdrunk from too many rounds in a concentration camp. He rouses himself to play gracious host to a sympathetic pair of visiting Americans...
...game against the high-riding Baltimore Orioles, famed as the roughest of them all, Honus was done out of a triple when the first baseman hit him with his hip, the shortstop forced him to circle wide around second and John McGraw on third had time to tag him in the teeth with the ball. "Are you going to take that?" snarled Honus' manager, Fred Clarke. Honus bided his time, hit another triple, ran right over the first baseman, scared the shortstop out of his path and tore into third so hard he almost belted McGraw back into...
...wind up a soaring performance in Madame Butterfly, Hell's-Kitchen-born Soprano Maria Meneghini Callas (TIME, Nov. 21) strode offstage in Chicago's Civic Opera House, applause still caressing her ears. She fluttered straight into an ambush party of eight process servers, who were there to tag her with summonses in breach-of-contract suits brought against her by a Manhattan lawyer. Windmilling in outrage and trilling furiously in English and Italian, Grand Diva Callas erupted: "Get your hands off me! Don't touch me, don't touch me! Chicago will be sorry for this...
...Please do not understand me too quickly," warns Author Mailer by way of a tag (from André Gide). There is not much to understand in this narrative about the life of the West Coast's film fauna: the prose and the sex are as thick as ever. This seemed forgivable in The Naked and the Dead; the boys in a jungle combat platoon ("Kinsey's Army," as one British reviewer called it) were not supposed to talk like lady members of a book club. But in The Deer Park (the title is taken from a huge private...