Word: tweeds
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...When You Have Reached The Top Upon a chosen element day, exercise a sartorial master-stroke of impeccable taste. Don a neatly laundered and sharply pressed pair of flannel cricket trousers, white buckskin shoes, white moleskin hacking jacket with a red carnation in the lapel, silk shirt and purple tweed tie. In your summery stylish regalia, and really looking nice poise on the sixth floor room balcony of a goodish old fashioned downtown hotel. When everyone is suitably assembled to watch you jump off to break your head, commence peeing. If no one tries to rush the hell...
...fact, 1876 undercuts Vidal's post-Watergate gloom. For his novel demonstrates that the nation was no Eden a hundred years ago. 7576 accurately and comically recounts the sins of the fathers. Maimed Civil War veterans beg on the streets. The odor of the recently destroyed Tweed Ring still hovers over New York City. In Washington, the corruption of the Grant Administration grows more garish by the day. Everything and everybody has a price. An appointment to West Point costs the applicant's parents $5,000, while a seat in the U.S. Senate can be obtained...
...create the tenderest of moments. Up on stage, the Chieftains look less like a band than a group of old friends taking some Saturday-night relaxation in a Dublin pub, which indeed they used to do in their early years. They wander out haphazardly in sweaters, odd jackets and tweed pants, sit in a big semicircle, tap their feet and boast to the audience that Irish music is "the best in the world...
President Augusto Pinochet Ugarte was wearing a heavy tweed jacket, brown slacks and loafers when we met him at Edificio Diego Portales. He is a ruddy, thickset man with the look of a prosperous Swiss dairy farmer in town for the day. One had half-expected a general's braided visor, the dark glasses and cruel lips seen on all the anti-junta posters from Sweden to Berkeley. "You can see I am not so horrible," said Pinochet, "that I don't eat babies." In an anteroom outside his office, a memorable scene: 22 generals of the Chilean...
Women are scarce in the Zone in the night time. Two girls perch on a concrete trash bin near me in Liberty Square. A lanky black man in a floppy tweed coat ambles up to them, cocks his head and murmurs, "Ain't you kinda young to be downtown?" I don't catch their reply, but he looks satisfied and saunters on. The two friends on the cylinder look at each other and one says "Girl, you know...