Word: twists
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...ragged Brazilian peasants straggles onto one end of the field. They watch in silence while dozens of flamboyantly dressed carnival dancers do the samba and throw paper streamers. Asked how much he paid for his costume, one dancer replies: "Ten million cruzeiros." The samba suddenly breaks into a tortured twist. Finally, of course, humanity is crucified-all 720 players form a giant Cross and carry their torches into the night to the tune of the Colonel Bogey March...
Relax all over, put on a deadpan face, then you swing your hips and start twitching. Sounds like the twist? Wrong, man. That's the blues, a new British dance craze that comes complete with an added fillip. In one step, hands are clasped behind the back, and the dancer bends slightly forward. The brief lean is called the Philip, since it springs from the Duke of Edinburgh's inevitable hands -clasped -to -the - rear, trunk -inclined stance two steps behind the Queen. Says one London blues-Philip adept: "You just stand there...
...blonde Fernanda Wanamaker Wetherill by her stepfather and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Donald Leas, at their estate. In all, some 800 of what Vogue likes to call The Beautiful People disported themselves amid pink marquees to the music of Lester Lanin, Mark (not Meyer) Davis and an 18-piece twist band. At about 6 a.m. the party broke up, but some 65 of the boys and girls chipped in $5 per couple to hire the twist band for three more hours of fun at a big, old, vacant mansion, which the Leases had rented to house the out-of-town...
...university's steaming Aula-and figuratively-ponderous theological peregrinations Uber Rechtfertigungslehre) 14 days of world Lutheranism in Helsinki, I snatched a copy of TIME at London's Central Airport to see if the Anglicans fared any better. The description of the Anglican theological stance (more like the twist) fairly leaped out at me. "Not the brain-numbing abstractions of Germany's sages, but an urbane lucidity spiced-a la C. S. Lewis -with literate Oxbridge wit." Well could we have used such a catalyst...
...past has tended less to play than to display, is delectably vulgar and amusingly shrewd as the ragazza whose ways are almost as captivating as her means. And Lancaster, within definite limits, is superb. True, his Salina never quite becomes the figure of "leonine aspect, whose fingers could twist a ducat coin as if it were mere paper." But as the scenes accumulate, the character compiles impressive volume and solidity, and by film's end the grand Sicilian stands in the mind as a man whose like men shall not look upon again: one of culture's noblemen...