Word: twigged
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...discover how he can leave out some thing that has never been left out before," noted disenchanted Cultural Guardian Joseph Wood Krutch, 74, in the American Scholar. Take Twiggy, for example-"a fashion sensation because all the secondary sexual characteristics of the female were totally lacking." And the Twig is only part of the pattern, Krutch said. "The miniskirt is halfway to becoming a non-skirt. When it has reached its entelechy and is then designed to accompany a topless blouse, the anti-costume will be complete and just right for the non-woman reading anti-novels, looking at nonrepresentational...
...tenth. In front of her were a couple of more familiar matrons: Brigitte Bardot and Elizabeth Taylor. Ahead of them came Jacqueline Kennedy. At the top by a wide margin: Britain's favorite model, Jean Shrimpton, 24, who pointed unerringly to her advantage over the likes of the Twig: "I'm not so thin...
...Hamburg orthopedist, who viewed with alarm the 17-year-old cockney dowsing rod, opined that "practically everything is wrong with her-she has a humpback, exaggerated curvature of the spine and a hanging abdomen," all leading inevitably to "pains in the loins and the hips." Nothing would help old Twig, he added, except maybe swimming or "crawling around on all fours for ten minutes each morning and evening." Whereupon Mrs. Nell Hornby, Twiggy's mother, spoke up: "What a load of rubbish. You'll not find any girl as healthy as my daughter...
...riddle songs, many of which Beers learned at the knee of his grandfather-onetime champion fiddler of North Freedom, Wis.-who gave him his "concert grand" fiddle with a snake rattle inside ("to make it sound good"). In one demonstration song, Beers carves a whistle out of a twig and then plays a tweeting lullaby; in other numbers, Evelyne beats out a counter rhythm on the fiddle strings with spears of buffalo grass or "fiddlesticks." Many of the songs reflect the lore and rough-hewn poetry of rural America. My Las' Ride Comin' on the Heavenly Train...
...Twig Is Bent...