Word: tweeds
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...lovely luncheon. Jacqueline Kennedy came, smartly dressed in a checked tweed coat, and the 200 construction workers, clad in khakis and cement dust, grinned delightedly over their lunchtime beers and sandwiches as she accompanied Architect Marcel Breuer on an inspection tour of the new Whitney Museum of American Art in Manhattan. Meantime, at some less gritty feeds, old New Frontier Friend Nicole Alphand was swirling around town winding up a hectic month of goodbyes. Everyone was a little mournful now that French Ambassador Hervé Alphand was taking his glittering wife back to Paris, where he will become Secretary General...
While thousands of revelers swayed to the strains of Auld Lang Syne and The Star-Spangled Banner, prim ladies in tweed suits feverishly uprooted all the chrysanthemums recently planted for a permanent park, stuffed them into their pocketbooks or pinned them onto their hats. Tipsy men wantonly ripped signs from buildings, kicked over trash baskets, waded in the Unisphere fountain, and shinned up the 20-ft. poles near the United Nations Plaza to capture the flags. One man completely gutted a statue of King Tut near the Egyptian Pavilion, another attacked a copy of an ancient vase outside the Greek...
...have the Audubon Society declare a state of emergency. Dior's Marc Bohan must have robbed every hen house and bird cage on the Continent. He whipped up topcoats of grouse, full-length evening coats of grackle, blouses of speckled hen feathers and wove materials half in tweed and half in pin feathers...
...Boss Tweed's New York, judges, senators and city contracts were for sale, whisky and stocks were watered, refuse littered the streets, and night life featured everything from twelve-year-old chorus girls to a pack of trained fox terriers killing rats. In the West, road agents and fire swept the gold towns, gamblers and prostitutes cleaned up, and children entertained themselves by re-enacting the latest lynching. Such a climate is perfectly suited to the talents of the two characters who dominate the book. Giving up corporation law in New York for a squalid miner's wickiup...
...congratulate you on your thrilling and complete victory. Not since the New York Times' expose of Boss Tweed has any newspaper crusade been so unqualifiedly successful as your defeat of the HCUA. Others who consider that student government at Harvard is a waste of precious time have ignored it, but they are a lesser breed than you. Hardly has a day gone by when your courageous pages have not declared to all the world that the HCUA is a joke! Less dedicated editors might have been tempted to cooperate with University officials and "student leaders" in drawing up plans...