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Once upon a time there was a colorful section man in Hum 2. "He's not teaching anybody anything," complained another teaching fellow to John Finley, the lecturer in the course. "He's the closest thing to a mad man I know." "Ah," said Mr. Finley, "but he has flair...
...shoot." Stopping at a small farming community, he gave a little speech on the schoolhouse steps, then sought out the village's old man resting near by in the shade. "How old are you, sir?" he asked one grizzled rancher. "Eighty-four," came the answer. "Ah, the same age as my grandfather," said Ky beaming. "I salute...
...expose the horror, the shame, the depravity of it all? Obviously, mere unskilled exposition won't do the job. Ah, yes. Contrast. With the corrupt poor. Or the innocent wealthy. Better yet, with both. So in the midst of preparations for a Washington society wedding, shift briefly to a southeast slum and give a two-page summary of what it's like to be poor. And have the wedding be between one of the depraved and a young, Greek innocent. Her purity of thought (which borders on the feeble-minded) will really point up the futility...
...foremost violinists are out of tune. Jascha Heifetz, Leonid Kogan and Isaac Stern like the dark, virile tone of the Guarneri; Zino Francescatti, Yehudi Menuhin and David Oistrakh prefer the lighter, silvery tone of the Stradivari. The Guarneri has the breadth and projection of a contralto, says one camp. Ah, yes, but the Strad has the clarity and finesse of a soprano, counters the other. That Stradivari enjoys a more illustrious reputation, says Heifetz, is because "he had a better pressagent." Actually, claims Jascha, "the Guarneri is a joyous woman, richly experienced in life; the Stradivari is a young, unsophisticated...
...whittling away at Liveright, other publishers were swooping down on the agents who represented two of Liveright's most famous authors, Eugene O='Neill and Robinson Jeffers. While they haggled, Cerf piled into "a rickety plane," flew to Sea Island, Ga., and signed up O'Neill. Ah, Wilderness! soon became the first major Random House book. "And then," says Cerf brightly, "I took a train to Carmel, Calif., and signed up Jeffers." Shortly after that he went to England and called upon George Bernard Shaw, who had always refused to let his plays be included in anthologies...