Word: velvets
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Critic Tynan has made sure that no one could ever say that about him. Pale and lanky ("He has the sort of face you would expect to see reflected in a spoon," says one acquaintance), he often dresses in flowered waistcoats and velvet-lapeled jackets with turned-back Edwardian cuffs, and a mink necktie. "It looks like a raccoon at my jugular," says Tynan. "People ask me, 'Who's your friend?' " At home, with his two-year-old daughter and his American-born wife Elaine Dundy, he sometimes wears leopard-skin pants...
Dreadful Performance. Tynan's professionalism consisted of purple doeskin suits, gold satin shirts and floppy velvet cravats. At Oxford Union debates, where he starred, he occasionally turned a handstand on the speaker's rostrum. He celebrated his 21st birthday by hiring a barge and floating a party down the Isis. Oxonians were both so outraged and fascinated by his eccentricities that they burned him in effigy-in a plum-colored suit. In mocking outrage, Tynan got a car and drove headlong through the bonfire...
...remarried, and moved on to her husband's Bar 99 ranch in the Nebraska sandhills. She was told then that grass and trees would not grow in the sand, but her sprawling white ranch house now stands in a grove of hackberry and willow trees and on a velvet green lawn. Inside are her collections of Early American glass, beer steins, colonial furniture and needlework...
Died. Austin Rosario ("Iron Glove") Maceo, 66, illiterate, Sicilian-born gambling czar of Galveston, Texas (pop. 66,568), which he helped make one of the widest-open towns in the U.S.; after a long illness; in Galveston. With his late brother Sam ("Velvet Glove"), Maceo became a Prohibition rumrunner, afterwards branched out with plush gambling clubs, raked in as much as $4,000,000 a year. In 1951, state legislators investigated his illegal empire, but could never get tolerant Galveston police to put Iron Glove in jail...
...Forum drew to an end. After the final applause, the bald man stood up and donned his black coat with the velvet collar. With a quick check of his pocket to make sure he had the Memorial Church list and the "Better Neighbors" pamphlet, he turned and strode...