Word: touche
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Dynamic Chemistry. The airplane, operated by scheduled airlines as well as by oldtime bush pilots and private owners, is the tie to the cities for the thousands who live in wilderness villages. Airlines touch Point Barrow in the far north on the Arctic Ocean, Kotzebue on Kotzebue Sound, Attu in the Aleutians. Bush Pilot Don Sheldon, 36, hauls Indians and Eskimos, dog teams, pregnant women, dynamite and lumber, drops his handy craft onto a slippery strip in Umiat or on crags high in the mountain ranges. He brings groceries to Schoolteacher Charlie Richmond (home town: Tuxedo Park, N.Y.), who lives...
Waxing rhapsodic at a farewell party for retiring Cabinet Secretary Maxwell Rabb, Presidential Hopeful Senator John Kennedy managed to add his own "po'r li'l me" touch: "Max has done a magnificent job for the underprivileged, for the little man, for the minority group. The only underprivileged man he's forgotten is me. I could use some help around the White House. I've never gotten any." For another Rabb wellwisher, Democrat Kennedy's toast was just too much. "Jack," exploded New Jersey Republican Clifford Case, "I've been around Washington...
Reacting to an unkind review of his movie Touch of Evil in Britain's New Statesman, corpulent Cinemagician Orson Welles let fly with a frustrated bleat in self-defense. Although he is listed as Touch of Evil's writer and director, wrote Welles, the picture's flaws are not all his: the film appeared after "wholesale re-editing by the executive producer, a process of rehashing in which I was forbidden to participate. Confusion was further confounded by several added scenes which I did not write and was not invited to direct...
...rose from the seat cushion, I felt the exhilaration of restored circulation (and noted the lasting aptness of the old barnstormer's motto: you fly by the seat of your pants). I "dropped" the sinker in front of my masked face. It stayed there, floating. The merest delicate touch sent it gliding, featherlike, right or left, up or down, forward or aft. I was as happy as I would have been with a stringless yoyo. This was one place where a lead balloon would make...
There is a revivalist touch to his speechmaking: he starts slowly and sanely, ends up at a lung-bursting fever pitch that even includes personal attacks on Salazar himself: "I'll throw him out!" He has also challenged Salazar in the ex-professor's own field, economics: "Where did all the money go that we got for the cork, the wolfram, the sardines that we sold to both sides during the war? Only into the hands of the hundred privileged families...