Word: handkerchiefs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...This show depicts the Negro as a foot-shuffling handkerchief-head," snapped Chicago Urban League Director Edwin Berry. "A lazy, soft-shoe jokester is an insult," added Joan Kehoe, of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee. Both groups planned protests, and it looked like check and double check for Amos 'n' Andy, the radio duo born in Chicago in 1928, whose return in a filmed CBS television series had been announced by Chicago station WCIU. However, WCIU's President John Weigel is no man to get regusted. "When you try to expurge folklore," he retorted...
...kite," an angry housewife snarls at her husband-but imagine her surprise if he actually went and did. There was Ben Franklin, of course, with his handkerchief, his key and his lightning bolt, and if Orville and Wilbur Wright had not been kiting enthusiasts, a Russian might have invented the airplane after all. But the adult U.S. male who shows up at the park with kite and twine is certain to be suspect unless he has a passel of kids in tow. And there is something definably foreign about the doughty Somerset Maugham hero who preferred to rot in jail...
...Belgian citizen. A geologist by training, he got hooked on volcanology in 1948 when he was working in Katanga and got a telegram telling him to investigate an eruption near Lake Kivu. He found Mount Kituro blasting furiously, but descended alone into the crater with only a handkerchief tied over his face. The volcano stepped up its action, attacking him with poisonous fumes and great gobs of molten lava. He barely managed to struggle out of the crater alive. "I found the phenomenon extremely spectacular," he says, "and also interesting. It attracted me very much...
Perfect Host. Nearly everyone got a ten-gallon Texas hat from the President. When the Times's Wicker dropped his in some viscous Texas clay, the President wiped it off for him, using the presidential handkerchief. Always he was the perfect host. The Scotch never ran out. The President regaled his guests with stories from the Roosevelt days, and-off the record-confided all sorts of things: what he thinks about some of his Cabinet, for instance. One night, Johnson even got on the phone to call Phil Potter's editor long distance and report that...
...audience began in the full spirit of the play, hissing the villain or the ranting hypocrite, singing "God Save the King," applauding patriotic aphorisms dropped by the hero, and sighing with the heroine as she coughs bravely into a handkerchief--a la Camille. In the second act, however, the cooperation changed to hostility, and even a superbly buffo fight could not rouse interest. A good period piece Sweeney Todd undeniably is, but who reads Henry Esmond for pleasure any more...