Word: wax
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Busily at work on a series of drawings and lithographs based on Stonehenge, Henry Moore, 75, was summering at his house in Italy. Back home in England, Mme. Tussaud's Wax Museum was getting ready to unveil a likeness of Moore leaning against a pillar, on the other side of which is a wax figure of Pablo Picasso. Moore had already donated a navy blue suit, shirt, tie and handkerchief for his effigy and had been photographed and measured by Jean Fraser, the museum's chief sculptor. But after recording the last statistic, she confessed to Moore that...
...molded plastic papoose is propped on what looks like an unscratchable table top whose resins have been stroked into a semblance of rose wood or walnut. A bowl of wax fruit pledges eternal ripeness. An imitation slate counter neatly divides the family room from the kitchen area. Through an expanse of sliding glass doors, the electric company's pylons can be seen striding across the valley, a step ahead of the subdivisions...
...bigger than Notre Dame, its dome only slightly smaller than St. Peter's. It took six master architects 52 years-from 1915 to 1967-to erect, and among its accouterments are the carillon built for the Eiffel Tower, one of the world's largest organs, two wax museums, three banks of escalators, acres of free parking and a restaurant supervised by a full-time French chef...
Because he stutters badly, Hoagland does most of the listening. He greatly admires self-reliance and know-how: the man who minces lead pipe to make his own buckshot and carries bottle caps filled with wax to kindle his fire on wet nights, the man who keeps his canoe upright in the rapids and knows which ferns to eat for breakfast. No historical fact or weathered detail seems insignificant in Hoagland's descriptions of worlds that are fading fast. Moose hearts as big as cannon balls and bears that love to eat the Day-Glo paint off trail markers...
With such sales, no wonder the conglomerates are conglomerating in the record business. From film studios to breakfast-food makers to rent-a-car companies?everyone is trying to buy up a label and go from wax to riches. Even the moguls are falling in with the style, if not the substance, of rock culture. They are not necessarily above trying out guru beads, stackheel boots or an unmarked cigarette...