Word: jacket
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...teen-age gangs who swagger about New York's West Side-in the standard uniform of leather jacket, ducktail hairdo and handy switchblade-like to boast that they are the Egyptian Dragons or the Assassins and that they can lick anybody on the street. But they can thank their geography that they have never had a rumble with a gang from the Far East...
...most of its length is as jaunty and bitterly Jumble-joking as the Spades themselves. Johnny MacDonald Fortune, 18, is the lad in from Lagos, Nigeria, wearing a white and crimson sweater, a nylon shirt with gold safety pins on each collar point, and a sky-blue gabardine jacket. The first thing he does in London, for the sky-blue hell of it, is to clamber up a down escalator. And in a sense that is what he does in rundown London for the rest of his stay...
...could say what force had hurled the Constellation to its death, although burns on the recovered bodies and metal fragments embedded in some suggested an explosion before the plane hit the sea. Only one little boy wore a life jacket, perhaps at the urging of an anxious parent. Flyers at Shannon speculated that a propeller might have sheared off, plowed into the packed cabin and perhaps ignited the fuel tanks which had been filled to capacity before takeoff...
...inanity." For Parade, a ballet on which Diaghilev, Cocteau, Picasso, Massine and Satie collaborated, he wrote a score including parts for typewriters, sirens, airplane propellers, Morse tickers and lottery wheels. An eccentric in his personal life as well, he went about with a lighted clay pipe stuck in his jacket pocket, its stem reaching up to his ear. He became associated with the Rosicrucians, later founded a religion of his own, "the Metropolitan Church of the Art of Jesus the Conductor." He then issued his own encyclicals and excommunicated his enemies (including the music critic Willy, husband of Colette...
REAPERS OF THE STORM, by Elizabeth Lytfleton and Herbert Sturz (303 pp.; Crowell; $3.95), is almost worth buying for the dust jacket alone. Done up in sinister black, it bears a come-on as fetchingly phrased as the preambles of people who sell watches in bars: "Written secretly by two Americans visiting a small fishing village in Spain, Reapers of the Storm has had a perilous birth and an uneasy life. In the guise of writing a book in praise of the regime ... these two authors studied and listened to the people among whom they lived. They became achingly aware...