Word: tuxedoed
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...plane in Washington, Carter carried his bags again, but the transformation had already begun. At the Kennedy Center that night, the audience-in evening dress-stood to applaud as the Carter family entered, Jimmy in a subdued black tuxedo and ruffled shirt, Rosalynn in a long red skirt and black blouse, and Amy in a red juniper. With pleased grins, they settled into the plush seats of the presidential box for the glittering, 2½-hr. 1977 New Spirit Inaugural Concert...
...working in union jobs since age 22, will have none of that tradition. He talks an unabashed 1930s brand of labor radicalism, naming as his heroes Socialist Eugene V. Debs and John L. Lewis, and describes his goals for the Steelworkers in the single word change. He rails against "tuxedo unionism" -the proclivity of leaders to hobnob with management-and pledges to reduce union salaries, presumably including the president's $75,000 a year. He wants less noise and dirt in the workplace, less harassment of workers by supervisors. "I'm not concerned with production figures," he says...
...serpents, of course, plead extenuating circumstances. Some men hate mixed-doubles play and endure it only when caught. "You could play it in your tuxedo," says one. Why? Because, so the argument goes, women are slow. Another excuse is that most women had a deprived childhood?i.e., they did not get to throw a ball much, which plays hob later with the motion needed for a good serve. Some men will blandly generalize, in the face of all history, that women lack that killer will to win. Others will argue that unlike men, who in doubles usually feel ashamed...
...seemed a good idea, the members of the group wore dungarees and dubbed themselves the Tramps. Later, when they decided to give their act some class, they added the second m to their name and a wardrobe worth $70,000. A favored outfit these days is a bright orange tuxedo with purple trim and flowered lapels...
...MORE]'s problem will always be that it is trudging along in the ranks of the Slick. Plumed cavaliers either joust each other or set up straw men, hollow men, graven images of themselves, to knock down. The magazine is covering a game of daggers sliding out of ruffled tuxedo sleeves, or a swift innuendo to the kidneys, or, at best, a Polaroid snapshot of stasis. They're all interesting, these conspiracies, but [MORE] has missed the Big One. There's no world-view here, and the rats are scuttling in the cellar and the ice cap melts. More...