Word: womanizer
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...widow woman, am a Negro, and I have to say the truth is I don't have anything to fear from white folks, but the colored boy hoodlums in my neighborhood scare me to death. You might as well be living in the Congo. The white folks in neighborhood stores where you get a little credit have moved and are moving away and property is not kept up and is ruined. I have to say we Negroes did it all. We destroyed a fine neighborhood that others built. We got to quit blaming others and depending on the Government...
...facing a huge natural universe. The one real portrait in the show, happily, is magnificent. "Dr. Dexter Perkins" exhibits the photographer as more than a master of the flawless snowscape; it is both artistically and emotionally comprehensible and satisfying. Adams' irritating crispness of vision is relieved in "Woman at Screen Door" by the device of shooting through the screen and using it to soften the subject's face. Otherwise it would be "American Gothic" all over again...
...free tickets to keep the attendance up. Even so, the censors are vigilant. In a play in Athens, an actor drew unexpected applause when he recited, "I shall complain to my Deputy in Parliament." Censors snipped out the line before the next performance. In another play, a woman whose husband had left her joyfully cried: "Now I am free!" The audience cheered. The line was quickly changed to "Now I am carefree...
Author, editor, amateur athlete and semi-pro bachelor, George Plimpton, 40, can whistle up a date with just about any girl including Jacqueline Kennedy. But for this occasion he needed the one perfect woman to witness his return, in a charity softball game, to Yankee Stadium, scene of the personal annihilation he described in Out of My League. So George wooed and won Poetess and Baseball Maniac Marianne Moore, 79, who looked on indulgently as Pitcher Plimpton retired three inept opponents. Once George's tomfoolery was out of the way, though, Diamondologist Moore settled purposefully into the press...
Journeying out with the money in her handbag, she is soon spotted as an easy mark. A predatory woman coaxes her to her home and spikes her drink; the old lady passes out, and her purse is rifled for everything but small change after which she is unceremoniously dumped in an alley. She develops pneumonia; teams of doctors save her life but not her mind. In the shadows of the apartment, the old lady withdraws into herself to bicker with the whisperers, who have settled in to stay...