Word: touche
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...appointed trial-by-combat, Richard appears high on Ed Wittstein's imposing baldaquinesque two-story structure, trimmed with heavily bordered stained-glass panels reminiscent of Raoul Dufy. The King is now clad in gold with white boots, and there are seven colorful flagbearers in position. It is a fine touch in this highly ritualistic play that the King and the Lord Marshal (penetratingly projected by Robert Lumish) actually sing some of their lines here as though running through a formulaic and time-honored chant. An onstage sidedrummer accompanies the King's staircase descent and ascent...
...glad you brought up the subject of naming race horses [June 14]. It is my ambition to name a race horse. If you know anyone who is having a hard time of it, put them in touch with...
Relying on Discipline. At first it was touch and go, but Erhard's classic reforms prodded Germans to the hard work that turned revival into boom. Since 1951, West Germany's reliance on monetary and fiscal discipline has repeatedly proved its potency at steadying the economy. Ironically, Erhard fell as chancellor in 1966 partly because he failed to follow his own doctrine. A euphoric orgy of government overspending helped push the country into an economic slump complicated by a surge of inflation. After the Kiesinger government reimposed a program of austerity by raising taxes and cutting federal spending...
Will success spoil Lee Trevino? Not likely. Last week, after putting the touch on his wife Claudia ("Honey, let me have a couple of hundred, will you?"), Lee headed for his favorite relaxing spot: the greyhound-racing track in Juárez, Mexico, across the border from El Paso. "I never win anything," he confided. "I'm the worst picker of dogs in the world. I couldn't win a race if there was only one dog in it; he'd probably jump the barrier and disappear." It was, of course, Lee Trevino Night at the track...
...lettres excursion into nostalgia, not a profound exercise in self-revelation. Taken as such, it is rarely dull. In this book at least, written partly in 1931 and picked up again after World War II, Russell is still a master prose stylist and an elegant wit, with a bitchy touch of the Wilde...