Word: tip
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...book begins safely enough. The narrator, who can be described redundantly as a discontented newspaperman, hates his job. In the process the author (movie critic for London's Sunday Express) pokes some sharp fun at British journalism. But the tip-off that Novelist Monsey finds the world more sickening than funny comes soon: the narrator mentions that his cast-off wife, a stripteaser whose breasts point nor'-nor'east and nor'-nor'west, respectively, achieved her directional distinction through cosmetic surgery. What follows is no more pleasant than a surgeon's knife...
Peter lunges for the bottle, despite the snake. He lurches over to the hotel window and begins his inane, compulsive ritual, shouting the names of the Derby winners in backward sequence at the passers-by far below: "Broker's Tip, Burgoo King, Twenty Grand, Gallant Fox ... Flying Ebony. Jump, Peter. Fly like Flying Ebony." Another snake, as big as his thigh, strikes at him. The bottle drops and shatters on the radiator. Sobbing "Leave me alone. No more. No more," Peter collapses across the hotel bed on the bare breast of the nymphomaniacal redhead with whom he is sharing...
Nosing around his brothers in Detroit's Moslem Temple last January, Fuller, him self a past Potentate, picked up a hot fraternal tip: by decree of the Imperial Potentate of the Mystic Shrine of North America, two Detroit officers, Illustrious Potentate Herbert E. Payne Jr. and Chief Rabban J. Murray Brown, had been suspended for unfraternal conduct. By Shrine standards, their sins were grievous: Payne had "mishandled a recent Temple business session"; and Brown had allowed "unauthorized persons to sign contracts for the annual Shrine circus" in Detroit...
Embarrassing Question. Jack's troubles began last month when New York Post reporters, following up a tip, asked him an embarrassing question: Who had paid for the 1958 remodeling of his six-room Harlem apartment? Cried Jack: "I haven't a damn thing to say about it, and you get the hell out of here." But a week later Jack admitted that Real Estate Operator Sidney J. Ungar, a longtime pal and Tammany Democrat, had picked up the $4,400 tab. It was not a gift. Jack insisted, merely a friendly loan without note or collateral...
...father, Hidesuke Kishi, was a minor government official in a village on the green, indented western tip of Honshu, Japan's main island. His scholarly attainments won him a job with the aristocratic Sato family, and he tutored their eldest daughter, Moyo, in Chinese literature. He was permitted to marry Moyo on condition that he change his name to Sato and, for the remainder of his life, was so much under his wife's thumb that he made little impression on their ten children. The Prime Minister was the second son of Hidesuke and Moyo...