Word: wigged
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Manhattan, Macy's set up a special wig department, which was jammed with more than 1,000 women a day clamoring for synthetic (all-Dynel) wigs, at $49.50. Helena Rubinstein christened a posh new room the Wig-Wig. Max Miller, president of the Joseph Fleischer custom wig company, opened ten new consulting rooms to handle the flood of buyers. Max Factor in Hollywood had to set up folding chairs in the halls to handle capacity crowds. The Elizabeth Arden Salon in Chicago extended its usual three-week wait on wig orders to two months...
...gussied up in a blonde wig, an imitation tigerskin cape and a patterned gown that made the New York Botanical Garden seem like the Mojave Desert, Elsa Maxwell, 78, put on the biggest fountain scene since Zelda Fitzgerald wowed them in the '20s with her midnight dips in the pool outside Manhattan's Hotel Plaza. Planted before a fountain set up in the Plaza's ballroom for the Renaissance Ball, a society smash for the benefit of Italian orphans and students, Party-Giver Maxwell did an improbable impersonation of Anita Ekberg's sexy splashings...
Obeying tradition, claims Miss Bethune, does not take away the artist's creative freedom, but simply makes him face facts. Getting the faces wrong, she argues, is as absurd as representing "George Washington with bushy black whiskers or Abraham Lincoln with soft white wig tied with ribbon...
...accomplished in a mellifluous voice with the aid of a microphone concealed in the neckline of her dress. The ballet's best dancing parts were reserved for Pluto (Keith Rosson) and Mercury (Alexander Grant). Dancer Grant appeared nearly naked wearing white briefs and a rigid, long-bobbed gold wig and performed some extraordinary contortions, including a sort of sideways hopscotch interrupted by seconds of statuesque immobility on one foot...
...always fun to hear, and even more fun to see performed by brightly colored toys of all sorts and sizes, synchronized in what Disney & Co. call "animotion." Singer Sands, who most of the time is about as hard to swallow as a Vaseline sandwich, suddenly pulls on a fright wig and does a brilliant bughouse turn as a batty old bag who reads tea leaves and such. And Villain Bolger is granted at least one grand line. "Come!" he calls sepulchrally to his comic accomplices. "Let us lurk...