Word: wilde
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Diller Hollenbaugh. Short, skinny and stooped, missing five front teeth, he had spent six of his 44 years in prison, 13 in an insane asylum. Since moving to the Shade Gap area several years ago, he had lived as a hermit in a two-room hilltop shack, subsisting on wild game and state relief checks...
...those purposes are irrelevant to the real needs of the cities and states." Washington's insistence that the states set up a separate agency to administer each of its grant-in-aid programs-of which there are now 233, compared with only 18 in 1934-has produced a wild proliferation of state bureaucracies...
Just eleven months ago, Rocker Jordan Christopher, 25, had to stand up there and howl with the rest of the Wild Ones. But ever since he married the boss, Sybil Burton Christopher, 37, Jordan has been privileged to sit around her Manhattan bedlam, Arthur, and admire the plangent din. Last week the Wild Ones were wilder than usual as the ridiculously successful joint celebrated its first anniversary. Jordan and Sybil sliced into a birthday cake to the cheers of such music lovers as Leonard Bernstein and Disk Jockey Murray the K, who kept trying to discuss esthetics above the entertainment...
Colette was the big cat of 20th century letters. She looked like a cat: eyes long and wild, lips thin and fierce. And she wrote like a cat: sensuality glides through her novels (Chéri, Gigi, Milsou, Claudine, Le Blé en Herbe) as a she-cat glides through a warm spring night. Like a cat, Colette was acutely sensitized to appearance and atmosphere; but she used her characters merely as furniture to rub her sensibilities against. The big cat, most critics have decided since her death in 1954, was not really a big novelist...
Dreams of Snakes. Sidonie Gabrielle Colette was the youngest kitten of a hardy litter that ran wild on a manor-farm in Burgundy. "Look!" their lusty mother cried a hundred times a day, "Look!" Colette looked, and her descriptions of the farm include some of the loveliest pages in the literature of childhood. "Even then, when I was only five, I so loved the dawn that I would go alone through the mist in search of strawberries, black currants and hairy gooseberries, my blue eyes deepened by the blurred and dewy greenery all around me, my pride swelling at being...