Word: jacket
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...current publishing mania for Day books. He parodies the pompous epiphenomena that accompany such ventures, including the introductory note of martyred scholarship, the bow of punctilio to humble assistants ("My thanks to Mr. F. L. Peters at the Information Booth at Grand Central"). And there is the jacket blurb from a fellow authority in the field: "'The most exciting twenty-four hours since the day I shot Jim Bishop'-A. Lincoln...
Just then the door opened and one of Vag's roommates walked in, carrying a green bookbag in one had, and several pages of notes in the other. He walked around the room for a while, first searching for his mail, then for a place to throw his jacket. "Vag," he said, "I'm about studied out. Let's both get to bed early so we can make breakfast tomorrow morning...
...Hubbell Robinson drives himself and his underlings with the kind of awesome energy that has made him TV's biggest producer. Sundays at his Beverly Hills home he likes to relax by donning a topee or a menacing German combat helmet and a British officer's short jacket and moodily marching about with his poodles (names: Hedda and Louella) and his vast television dreams. Occasionally, his reverie may be shattered by a cry from his third wife,* blonde Musicomedienne Vivienne (Pal Joey) Segal: "For heaven's sake, Hub, take off that damn helmet...
...novel, she instinctively begins to id-lib. Her favorite fictional creation is the normal-looking girl who lives in a private nightmare of someone else's making. This heroine is usually close enough to sanity to be alarmed by her own fantasies, near enough to a strait-jacket to invite immediate psychoanalysis. The familiar formula, which worked almost magically well in Hangsaman (TIME, April 23, 1951). but began to look a bit seedy in The Bird's Nest (TIME, June 21, 1954), still carries a lot of the Jackson punch...
...asked: "May I have two minutes of your time?" Recognizing Laborer Galvino Lepori, 53, De Virgilio replied in annoyance: "I have nothing to say that you don't know already." At that, Lepori pulled a tiny Beretta 6.35-mm. pistol from the right pocket of his jacket and fired six times. Only one bullet missed, and De Virgilio died on the way to the hospital...