Word: handkerchiefed
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...resolutely old-shoe office, with bare green walls, a few wooden and leather-covered chairs reminiscent of his Harvard undergraduate days, and a rolltop desk. One visible vanity: a different pair of Ben Franklin spectacles with frames to match each day's fastidious London suit and breast-pocket handkerchief...
Mute Fruit. Classical Guitarist Andres Segovia recently stopped a performance in Chicago, whipped out an enormous handkerchief, and honked and wheezed along with the audience. Jascha Heifetz prefers the withering glare or, if things get too bad, departure. The late Sir Thomas Beecham was even less subtle, once whirled on the podium and roared: "Shut up, you fools...
...first day at North Texas State, Moyers met a green-eyed black-haired home-economics major named Judith Davidson, daughter of a Dallas postal clerk. "She sat in front of me," he recalls. "Instead of dropping a handkerchief for me to pick up, she left her books underneath the seat. The professor suggested that I return them to her, and I have been the victim of that conspiracy ever since." They were married in 1954, now have three children -William Cope, 6, Suzanne, 3, and John, 1-all, by some Mendelian long shot, blue-eyed blonds...
...Right Honourable Gentleman, by Michael Dyne. They don't write plays like this any more. Thank goodness. Gentleman is a neo-relict from the mothballed fleet of melodramas that Shaw laid to rust when he attacked the theater of genteel piffle. Those bygone plays were Victorian clutched-handkerchief-and-smelling-salts operas. With more calculation than wit, Playwright Dyne drapes sex in bombazine, drops gossip in pear-shaped tones, dredges up his plot from an actual 1885 scandal, and clearly depends on fresh memories of the Profumo affair to titillate his audience and breathe secondhand life into his play...
...Jusceli-no! Jusceli-no!" chanted a handkerchief-waving throng of 3,000 at Rio's Galeão international airport. Then from the doorway of an Air France 707 came the man, still trim and agile despite his 63 years, his face split in a toothful smile, his right arm swinging in a familiar jaunty wave. Brazil's former President Juscelino Kubitschek-still admired by the people but loathed as a symbol of corruption by the present revolutionary government-had returned home after 16 months of self-imposed exile. Said he: "I have come back at zero hour...