Word: haired
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...group, shouting "Let's go! Let's go!" Though the delegation had decided to split their vote among Kennedy, Johnson and Symington, one after another yelled, "O.K.!" and waved their arms in assent. Moments later the clerk called "WYOMING!" and Delegation Chairman Tracy McCracken, his white hair glistening in the spotlight, cried: "Wyoming's vote will make a majority for Senator Kennedy!" And through the thunderous tumult came Missouri's move to declare the nomination by acclamation (final roll-call tally: Kennedy, 806; Johnson, 409; Symington, 86; Stevenson...
...would still be interesting to see what eight or ten good character actors could make of it. The performance at Tufts has all the stigmata of bad amateurism: elaborate posturing; sporadic and phoney attempts at the proper accents; cliche characterizations; apple-cheeked students looking highly uncomfortable under assumed grey hair. The casting seems to have been done on the eenie-meenie-miney-mo system, but in spite of this and other mis- and malfeasances, the director, Marston Balch, is more to be pitied than censured. Whatever may have been his conception of the play, this motley crew is incapable...
When Adon Taft goes to church, someone is forever mistaking him for the minister. The error is understandable because Taft looks and acts like one. He is tall, deacon-grave, bespectacled, softspoken; above his generous brow, from which the hair is steadily receding, there sometimes seems to hover a nimbus of reflected light. He neither smokes nor drinks, goes to church 200 times a year, is married to a church organist, and reads the Scriptures to his two young daughters. Taft's calling is not spiritual, except at one remove. Adon Taft, 34, is a working newsman...
...Every plummy-voiced English rose of an imitation actress should be dragged by the hair to see Miss Dailey," wrote Critic Bernard Levin in the Daily Express. "She sweats love, breathes hate, weeps desire." The Times catalogued her as "a fully-fledged, Swinburnian femme fatale." Wrote the Daily Mail's Robert Muller: "The performance will wipe the smirk off the faces of those who scoff at the school of psychological interpretation known as the Method. It is theatrical magic...
...grieving widow will say, "Charon took him"-the miroloy mirrors in its 16-syllable line the lament of Andromache over the body of Hector. At graveside, the chief mourner's voice becomes a howl of hysteria ("Oh, my warrior! The arch and pillar of our house!"), her hair tumbles in disorder, and she tears at her cheeks with her fingernails till they are crisscrossed with red gashes and running with tears and blood. In the mesmeric half-trance of the dirge, the singer has been known to drift far out and lament high taxes, the price of salt...