Word: closet
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Ultimate Sparkle. For now, most of the boots are resting in the closet awaiting colder weather. Meanwhile, a profusion of colored, textured hosiery is keeping legs from being anything but dull. Out are last year's long stockings; in this year are panty hose and stocking tights, no matter that they cost more than twice the price of conventional stockings. To last year's white has been added both dark brown and black, either sheer or opaque. As for evening, legs have never been so glittery. Choices range from silver sheen or shiny gold mesh hose that resemble...
Riding the subways these days is becoming hazardous. So many people have their noses in the current best-selling book that getting on and off the train is like playing blind man's bluff in a closet--perhaps a watercloset, since what bumps into you is usually dirty. The book is Valley of the Dolls, and its theme, message, plot, and style are sex and Seconals...
Wright's answer is a simple "yes." His book cannot outline a program which has not yet been conceived. But of all speeches and writings in this area, it comes closet to setting the tone and parameters within which such a program might be created. The most staid of the Black Power advocates. Floyd McKissick, and Wright are in some sense transitional men. They articulate grievances and point the way for change. They seek to mobilize the resources of the entire Negro community, impossible as it may seem, in a first plunge into group politics and economic activity--a plunge...
...discovered the theft just before going out to a dinner in honor of the Philadelphia Orchestra, which is playing at this year's Saratoga Performing Arts Center, one of Sonny's pet projects. She went to get her jewel box, stashed away between blankets in the linen closet ("one of my four secret places," she says), and discovered the jewels were missing. "I had to go through the whole party without anybody knowing," she recalls. "I drank lots of champagne and tried to look happy. But I felt miserable...
Eventually, however, fortune does come her way. Her son, a petty criminal whose visits are years apart, makes a call and secretes a wrapped bundle in a closet. Then he flees, into the arms of the bobbies, and the package lies mouldering in a closet until the old lady comes upon it and rips it open. The sight of the stolen loot drives her nearly mad with joy; in her mind it becomes the nonexistent legacy, testimony to her tale of vanished elegance...