Word: vested
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...match grey suits. They babbled in twelve languages. It was the kind of crowd that Salvador Dali likes best, and there was the Spanish surrealist, who is now 59, in all his gaudy glory. His well-beeswaxed mustachios are a little shorter than they were. But his habitual gilt vest still glittered as he brandished his enameled cane and explained in cryptic Franglais the 30 new works that he had brought with...
Died. Fritz Reiner, 74, master conductor, a squat, lusty Hungarian with a precise "vest-pocket" podium style (a daring musician once brought a telescope to rehearsal to catch his minuscule beat), who emigrated to the U.S. in 1922, taught Conductors Leonard Bernstein and Thomas Schippers, directed the Pittsburgh and Metropolitan Opera orchestras before going to the fading Chicago Symphony in 1953, which he whipped into one of the world's finest ensembles, with a repertory that ran from Mozart to his countryman Kodaly; of pneumonia; in Manhattan...
Bobby's Business. For being "it" around the Senate, Bobby got $19,612 a year, and his wife got another $11,757 a year as records manager for the Senate Internal Security Subcommittee. Bobby always dressed well (black suits with vest and silver silk tie). But few realized that he was becoming wealthy-at least not until July 1962, when Bobby and two partners opened a $1,200,000 luxury motel in Ocean City, Md., advertised it as a "high-style hideaway for the advise and consent set," and kicked it off with a champagne party. The inauguration drew...
...Sequins. Sy is custom itself. He drapes David Niven aloofly and John Wayne toughly. He is the author of Bob Hope's tweeds. If Donald O'Connor wants to look like George M. Cohan, which for some reason he does, Sy cuts him a checkered vest. But he won't do just anything. He designed Liberace's first gold lame suit, but when the big Lib began demanding sequins for it, Sy sent him to a costume house...
...when a prospective buyer could just bound into an auto salesroom and announce that what he saw in his future was a Ford, Buick or Chevrolet. Now, in order to choose from a bewildering selection of car names, he may need The World Almanac, a foreign-language guide, a vest-pocket bestiary, and perhaps a celestial-navigation chart. Already on the market are such prestigious monikers as Ford's Galaxie 500 XL (the XL means nothing at all), Chevrolet's Impala or Corvair Monza Spyder (apparently spelled with a y to avoid the insect image, despite Chevy disclaimers...