Word: womanizer
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...stamped their feet and clapped their hands as if the home team had just won the state basketball championship. "As I stand here in my mother's state,"* said Nixon, "I am glad to be back home in Indiana." The crowd was nearly evangelical in its response, one woman exclaiming over and over again: "Amen, amen, Nixon! He can't be beat." Along with the usual campaign placards, a new sticker appeared on Hoosier cars: "Feel Safer with Nixon." The candidate must also have felt safe: this was the state he carried by nearly 225,000 votes...
...naked truth. It reflects the widening moral latitude of U.S. society, and represents the theater's attempt to recover that adult freedom of expression which films have pre-empted in recent years. Sometimes stage nudity is irrelevant, as in Bruce Jay Friedman's Scuba Duba, where a woman, both topless and pendulous, runs purposelessly down a flight of stairs. On the other hand, in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, it enhances a scene of lyric sensuousness in which a girl models for her artist-lover with her back to the audience...
...woman's wristwatch puts the time at 7:30. In the next photo, the pair's positions are reversed and the man's watch reads 7:45. Underneath is the caption: "Forget the time. Your Universal Geneve will take care...
...appear in them. France's nude look is far more explicit than anything in U.S. advertising, which largely confines its scantily clad models to women's fashion layouts. In an ad for Sea Club beach apparel in French men's magazines, a bare-breasted young woman lounges seductively inside a sleek sports car while a man in a snug-fitting bathing suit sprawls across the auto's trunk. To promote Selimaille men's underwear, a layout in the politically oriented Le Nouvel Observateur features a male model standing with hands folded in front...
...talk to another neighbor, Mrs. Lillie Mae Common. She had recently quit a cooking job at one of the local eateries, a small room attached to the Pure Oil gas station just this side of the railway tracks that divides the town. The eatery is run by a tall woman, hair dyed an unnatural deep black, whose hips liked to brush against the hairy fingers of a customer. Sister of the gas-station's owner-manager, she was married and yet not married; some mystery surrounded her status...