Word: silk
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...first Goldfine, groomed in a dark blue suit and "B.G."-initialed blue silk tie, walked into the packed subcommittee hearing room chin up but eyes downcast, escorted by a retinue of three lawyers, devoted employees and jewelry-hung wife. When Subcommittee Chairman Oren Harris administered the oath, Goldfine helplessly mouthed words, cleared a frog from his throat and finally croaked: "I do." Then he launched into the 25-page statement that the lawyers and pressagents had written, right down to grammatical errors, to fit his role of the common but honest...
...white caterpillar was 60 ft. long and it wriggled. Startled visitors to San Francisco's A.M.A. convention came face to face with the critter in the Civic Auditorium's new subterranean "Mole Hall." Every few seconds the caterpillar's double-hulled sides made of parachute silk heaved in simulation of caterpillar motion (achieved with the aid of a huge air-blowing system). The monster, which stole the show among 285 commercially sponsored exhibits, was Surrealist Salvador Dali's unrealistic idea of tranquillity executed for Wallace Laboratories to promote Miltown. Estimated total cost of the exhibit...
...Silk. In Sydney, Australia, when Robert Owen leaned over a balcony to help movers hoist furniture to his new apartment, the railing snapped and he fell 15 feet into...
...lived on a massive diet of carrots washed down with turnip juice. His father had lived to 106. and Gulbenkian fully expected to reach 120. To avoid dust, he sat only on leather cushions, slept on a leather mattress, and had the air of his Paris mansion filtered through silk screens and fine sprays of water. He reduced his handshake, proffering only the index and middle fingers. For reasons known only to the great mystery man, he preferred cotton to toilet paper. He slept exactly six hours per night, and declared that he permitted himself no dreams. He once spoke...
...eyed little man in the blue suit and glossy silk tie stood at the rostrum in Philadelphia's Municipal Auditorium and squinted misty-eyed down at the placards waving back and forth. They all trumpeted the same theme: "Jimmy, Don't Leave Us"; "Jimmy, We Need You!" For two minutes James Caesar Petrillo, 66, blew his nose into the first of two handkerchiefs, mopped his eyes with the other. Finally, the words came in a convulsive croak: "Little Caesar is bowing out. Goodbye, Little Caesar...