Word: twilight
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Silver Baton. Symbolic were two holidays last month. One was Tito's 75th birthday, when shopwindows blossomed with red-draped pictures of him, nestling among West German cameras and British textiles, and when 60,000 people gathered at twilight in Belgrade for a fete climaxed by the presentation to Tito of a silver-plated baton that had been relayed for a month through hundreds of Yugoslav towns and villages. The other holiday was May 1, Communism's traditional red-letter day, when there were no military marches in the Yugoslav capital, and Tito wasn't even...
Normally, when someone opens his mouth and throws up his arms in London's Hyde Park, he is cranking up a harangue on Marx, the Scriptures, or the empire's twilight. Comedienne Lucille Ball, 54, could probably have done the crackpot bit as well as anyone, though, as it happened, she was just spreading her wings in the fresh spring air before going back to shooting a TV special called "Lucy Goes to London." The show won't be quite as racy as 1963's "Elizabeth Taylor in London," but Lucy swings well enough herself...
...drill team of Martian types outfitted with glowing lampshades, then seven creatures in baggy sacks who squiggled like giant amoebas in heat-all to the otherworldly twaaang, ratatatat, whizzz and kapow! of electronic music. It was called Vaudeville of the Elements, Choreographer Alwin Nikolais' latest excursion into the twilight zones of modern dance...
...helicopter bearing Hubert Humphrey eased deliberately through the chill twilight so as not to reach the White House lawn ahead of the TV cameras. It was the only leisurely part of his homecoming. The Vice President stepped from the chopper into Lyndon Johnson's capacious abrazo, then plunged into a hectic round of briefings and appearances. Having stumped nine Far Eastern countries to solicit support for the Johnson Administration's Viet Nam policy, his task last week was to convert the critics back home...
Hedda Hopper was the town's genial Scold, Buster Keaton its somber Sphinx; together, they were Hollywood past and present. Keaton's world-the gothic twilight of the silent movie, the pratfall, the Quixote on a treadmill-dimmed when the sound stage dawned. Hopper's world-of glamour, gossip and low jinks among the high-lifes-survived largely because she made it seem exciting even when it was dull. When TV nearly killed the movies, she helped rescue them with exposés and exclusives, chitchat and charm; to 30 million readers, Hedda Hopper was Celluloid City...