Word: tagging
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Soviets were still not quite through. One day last week they handed the U.S. Government a bill for the cost of the food and housing of the nine airmen while they were in the U.S.S.R. The price tag...
...Unapproachable Greatness." This week Oscar will start skidding amuck two evenings a week (for $900 a performance -$300 more than KCOP-TV gave him) on KHJ-TV's Channel 9. By now knowing which side its customers are buttered on, Philco was expected to tag along prudently with its peevish star. Promised Oscar: "I'll treat them like Queen Mary visiting the poor...
...book business he inherited from his father, M. (for Max) C. Gaines, who started the whole industry in the early 30s when he hit on the idea of selling reprinted newspaper comic sections for a dime. Using the standard comic formula-32 pages, newsprint, four colors, a 10? price tag-Mad was just holding its own when Gaines played a hunch in 1955, switched to semi-slick paper and higher quality black-and-white drawings, upped the price to 25? and promptly had a boffo success. The magazine now clears $43,000 an issue...
...Tokyo's Tamagawa Reservoir. It was Dazai's fifth attempt, but he had long courted self-destruction in alcoholism and morphine addiction. The son of a rich landowning family, Novelist Dazai was deeply, perhaps disastrously, Westernized. The title of his first novel, The Setting Sun, provided a tag line ("people of the setting sun") for postwar Japanese disillusionment and class disintegration. Spare, evocative and heavily autobiographical, Dazai's novels are monochromes of despair. Their only affirmation is the fact that the author took the trouble to write them-and write them well...
While he lived he seemed to have little more than a Sunday-supplement existence as the world's richest "mystery man," a tag arising from his genuine passion for obscurity. Death, with an assist from two biographers, now appears to be restoring Calouste Gulbenkian to the living...