Word: velvets
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Republican draws up his chair to a gleaming cherry wood desk upstairs. Thick maroon carpeting cushions his steps, velvet window draperies smother uncouth sounds, gold leaf gilds the ceiling, a $50,000 painting graces the anteroom. His receptionist answers the phone, saying "Governor Andersen's office." But it does not make the Republican feel any better...
Sparkling Jewel. Pickering gave lots of rope, but no one got entangled in it, and the first Mariner was produced on schedule. It was a strange and beautiful object, worthy to be displayed like expensive jewelry against a black velvet background. Its feather-light tubular framework was brightly polished aluminum; parts made of magnesium were plated with yellow gold. Its solar panels were reddish purple, like wings of a giant butterfly, and gay little highlights sparkled all over its structure. Unseen in its golden hexagonal abdomen were electronic muscles, organs, brains and ganglia, woven together with hair-thin wire. Mariner...
...Good Way. Trading on a second-growth tonsil that gives his voice a pleasantly fuzzy purr, Tormé tried hard to be a balladeer. But his syrupy approach to hits like Blue Moon won him the unfortunate nickname "The Velvet Fog," typecast him as a limp crooner, and tempted tricksters to heckle him by slipping the irresistible r into "Fog." "Life was nothing but traveling," he says. "I was very unhappy with my recording career. Everywhere people would give me the 'so-you're-the-cocky-little-kid' bit." Mel's obstinacy never withered...
Died. John Womack Vandercook, 60, velvet-voiced news analyst for NBC and ABC, who wrote 14 books on his journeys, among them the 1928 bestseller Black Majesty on Haiti's fierce King Christophe, later became one of World War II's best-known radio newsmen; of a heart attack; in Delhi, N.Y. One memorable report: "Bombs drapped on the jops. I mean bombs japped on the dops . . . Well, anyway, they hit them...
...well-manicured garden, near a tame sea: "where the islands are dressed to the nines." The reader of the advertisement is assured that "International night owls fill the Bahamas with merriment. VIPs from Europe and America make this their watering place. Wits and Beauties. Princes and tycoons. No velvet rope ever enclosed a more glittering assemblage...