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...well pleased. Poujade was quite willing to accept ejection of his men by the Assembly if he could capitalize on it in the country. Communists were delighted to proclaim a crusade against the "reactionary, fascist right," and hoping to tar the moderate right of Antoine Pinay with the Poujade brush. The net result of the brawling was to make the democratic parties of the center seem helpless and ineffectual...
...woolen booties to keep from scratching up their own coiffures. But the most pampered were the poodles. Ch. Wilber White Swan, a tiny (just 6 Ibs.) four-year-old poodle, patiently put up with hours of clipping, shearing, shampooing (with bluing), and. of course, the inevitable, endless bout with brush and comb. Some 70 toy poodles, including eight of Wilber's get, stole the show...
...agitated for the purposes of either decoration or contemplation, De Kooning's canvas reaffirms the abstract-expressionist credo that the very effort of painting is what paintings should be about. The observer's glance is led to skid here and there in the calculated mess like brush strokes; looking at the picture is supposed to re-create the painting process...
...enough to come in out of the rain. ("Bit of a mist, what?") With the constant physical discomforts and the incessant comic relief of The Nylon Safari, it sometimes seems that the grandeur and excitement of Africa itself rarely caught Tiny Cloete's eye. The Cloetes' closest brush with danger came when a young hippo lost track of his papa and mamma and charged at the rear of their car as a parental surrogate. "I hadn't realized their eyesight was that bad," says Tiny as they speed away...
Back in Bavaria, Winter's brush exploded with fireworks of color, recalling in whiplash lines the wartime echoes of barbed wire, bombed buildings, prison life. But Winter was not merely evoking the kind of turgid nightmare images that Painter George Grosz (TIME, Nov. 21) used to purge himself of his tortured World War I memories. In his abstractions, Winter feels that he is groping toward a universal language increasingly understood everywhere...