Word: velvet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...clawing, cursing and groaning, to worm nearer to their common goal. All cameras converged on one of the least likely duos in cinematic history: Hollywood's Marilyn Monroe and Britain's Sir Laurence Olivier. Together in public for the first time, Marilyn, explosively protruding from a black velvet sheath, and Sir Laurence, with the ironic aplomb of a gentleman accidentally trapped in a powder room, confirmed the fact (TIME, Jan. 30) that they will co-star in a film version of Playwright Terence Rattigan's London stage hit, The Sleeping Prince. Producers: Marilyn and Sir Laurence. Director...
...Chicago, where Pete played football under Alonzo Stagg-before Dr. Robert M. Hutchins took Chicago out of the Big Ten. Pete's wife wasn't too upset because, as she wrote, "I sat out too many games in pouring rain and wrung water from my purple velvet hat in our courting days...
...Sargent later sold the portrait to Manhattan's Metropolitan Museum.) In the furor, few seemed to care that Sargent had combined bare flesh and black velvet, starkness and stylishness, in an unforgettable image...
...course, only the beginning. Evelyn "forgave him," and ran happily down the primrose path with her "Stanny," who pushed his "Kittens" on a red velvet swing in the "play" room, hung her in costly deshabille, and had the little beauty snapped while lying odaliciously on a polar-bear rug. "He was a brilliant, kind and fascinating man," Evelyn said later. "He showed me a new world of art and beauty...
...Girl in the Red Velvet Swing [20th Century-Fox). One fine day when the century was young, and men of insight were wondering what the peekaboo waist might lead to. John Barrymore took a chorus girl named Evelyn Nesbit to supper. He ordered a glass of milk, and floating a rose petal on it. murmured seductively: "That is your mouth." Furthermore, he declared. "You are a quivering pink poppy in a golden, windswept space." John was a poor young cartoonist in those days, and all he could pay was compliments, but there were many wealthy wolves on the prowl...