Word: feathers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...architecture-and no insignificant part at that. Churchill's bronze statue, like his impact, is larger than life. It stands 7 ft. 5 in. in height, weighs a ton, and cost $26,400. Clementine, Baroness Spencer-Churchill, 84, handsomely turned out in fur coat and pale blue feather hat, stepped forward to unveil her famous husband's latest image. Blinking in the bright lights, she pulled the cord and then started visibly as the drapings fell, to reveal her husband in his famous "bulldog" stance, with foot, chin, belly and vision forward. Permanently threatening another step, Churchill...
While the varsity looks on the game as preparation for upcoming contests, the freshmen look on it a little differently. "It would be a real feather in our cap to handle the varsity," said freshman coach Ken Klug...
...madwoman (Katharine Hepburn) is a spinster who believes in young love, freedom and graciously decadent living. She feeds all the cats in her Paris suburb, writes daily letters to herself, lives in a mansion and worries equally about her 9-ft. feather boa and the loss, many years past, of her only lover. She would seem to be easy prey for a cartel of international shysters (Yul Brynner, Paul Henreid,* Charles Boyer, Donald Pleasence and Oscar Homolka among them) who have discovered oil under the old lady's property. But she will not be moved, and she wins...
...Feather is not a man for abstractions, but he does argue that "the unions' critics don't know what they're talking about; the unions are not powerful enough." If the unions were really as strong as they should be, he argues, they would be able to enforce production-line peace. That is vital to labor-and to Harold Wilson's Labor Party, whose future thus depends heavily on Feather's touch...
...most profound pity up from the most nightmarish sensationalism: the deposed king dragged from the castle cesspool, half mad and dripping with muck, washed and soothed and kissed by his murderer in the lingering tender dialogue with which a frightened lover is put to sleep. Then smothered with a feather blanket, crushed beneath an upturned table. Then legs up, and the flaming retribution for pederasty, a cauterization evidenced by the chronicles Marlowe knew but made into a myth beyond history, as searing as an image by Hieronymus Bosch...