Word: teas
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Desperate Attempt. Sniffing and sipping hot tea while he fought off a cold, Bobby began the second game by boldly launching an early attack without first castling his king into a protected corner-a basic defensive maneuver taught in every chess primer. That indiscretion proved costly; it ultimately gave Petrosian an opportunity to pin Fischer's exposed king in a devastating crossfire. Backed into a corner after the 32nd move, Fischer pondered his plight for ten minutes and then resigned. His win streak ended at 20 straight, Bobby suddenly seemed to lose his momentum...
...tends, if anything, to obscure his own work. He is the father of asymmetrical design, and his progeny are legion. Bastard Mondrians, with their printed grids of black lines and their rectangles of primary blue, red and yellow, turned up on every flat surface that industry made-from tea towels to Courrèges dresses, from cigarette packs to apartment façades...
...boarded the Spirit of '76 after sharing tea and sympathy with Emperor Hirohito in Alaska last month, President Nixon gave U.S. Ambassador to Tokyo Armin Meyer a laconic description of a large problem. When it comes to trouble between the U.S. and Japan, said the President, "The code word is 'textiles...
Apple was an apple on a pedestal, two rows of flowerless flowerpots were titled Imagine the Flowers, and Iced Tea was a sizable T made of ice and melting fast. These and about 80 other treasures, executed or inspired by Yoko Ono, made up the show that opened at the Everson Museum of Art in Syracuse, N.Y. The works were officially called "Concept Art," but proud Husband John Lennon, who celebrated his 31st birthday with the show's opening, noted-perhaps revealingly-that "Yoko likes to call her work con art." Over-30 Syracusans mostly refused to be conned...
...seventy-one, his poetic voice is strong and his speaking voice mellow, as if he just sipped a special elixir--tea and honey, perhaps. Sitting in Robert Fitzgerald's office before his afternoon reading at Boylston auditorium. Tate looks every bit the Southern gentleman--debonair, impeccably dressed, a hint of Basil Ransom, years after The Bostonians, but with the high forehead and thin, tapered fingers reserved for artists and poets...