Word: bachelor
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...been here eight years," complains a Greek, "and they still call me a bloody New Australian. When do I become an old one?" But barriers are breaking down: immigrants now hold 20% of all Australian jobs, and are neighbors of the old in suburban streets. Some 80,000 bachelor immigrants have found native-born wives. They're a Weird Mob, a breezy book about an Italian newcomer's discovery...
...matrons agog by a radical change of hairdo. Almost flapperish, the new do features tight rolls by the ears, an arcing lock of hair across the forehead. Making one of her first public appearances in her changed coiffure, Margaret, 29, went stomping at London's Savoy Hotel with Bachelor Farmer Alan Godsal, 33, who carries the title of High Sheriff of Berkshire. After losing an open-toe slipper on the dance floor, Margaret smiled impishly while Godsal, crimson with embarrassment, retrieved it for replacement on the royal foot...
...great Marlowe. What Chandler (who died last March) would think of the rest of the TV show is not quite so certain. On the picture tube his man lives a little too high, operates with a little too much fash. The original would have looked at the posh bachelor apartment, the white convertible, the sharp wardrobe, and bet the lonely fin in his pocket that this guy was on the take from some wrongos...
...means rich, polite Bachelor Richard Kao, 30, is a sort of industrial scholar. He has a Ph.D. in economics (University of Illinois) and another under way in mathematics at U.C.L.A. An alumnus of Santa Monica's famed nonprofit Rand Corp., he now works for a similar "think palace," the Planning Research Corp. in Los Angeles. To a man of Kao's training, Newsboy Abdel's quick mind was obvious. "His goal is good," mused Kao. "He wants to be an educated...
...LIFE WITH J. EDGAR HOOVER, shrilled the red headlines across the front page of the evening New York Post (circ. 351,700). On Page 3, beneath a black version of the same incendiary invitation, were pictures of the principals involved: the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, a bachelor and a pudgy 64, and four-times-wed Post Publisher Dorothy Scruff, a slim 56. But anyone who swallowed the Post's heavily scented lure last week in the hope of finding a spicy journalistic feast was doomed to disappointment. The flavor was all in the hook...