Word: algonquin
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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With his three-foot-high caricature half done, Scarfe moved to Manhattan's Algonquin Hotel where he applied the finishing touches, dressing the completed figure in a shirt and sports jacket lent by Galbraith. As he carried it into a crowded elevator on his way downstairs to a taxi, a little old lady tapped him on the shoulder and asked: "Is that John Galbraith?" "I was delighted," says Scarfe. "It was the first time anyone had seen...
...today what so captivated her contemporaries, the answer is probably that she viewed the period as it liked to picture itself: a time of grace and intelligence, when irony could conquer sentimentality and laughter would always overwhelm tears. Her chief reputation was as a quipster, the Guinevere of the Algonquin Round Table. Hers was the tongue heard round the world. Her famed couplet, "Men seldom make passes / At girls who wear glasses," not only set a style for lonely movie heroines but may well have spurred the development of contact lenses. During the long Victorian era, wit had hardly been...
...would also join them for lunch down the block at the Hotel Algonquin's fabled conversational Klatsch, the Round Table; among its other members were such quotables as Alexander Woollcott, Franklin Pierce Adams, Heywood Broun, Harold Ross, Marc Connelly and George S. Kaufman. She was pert, provocative, blinking her hazelgreen eyes or raising her pencil-arched eyebrows until they touched the line of her dark bangs as she delivered her acerbic ripostes...
...statement read at a joint press conference in Boston's Algonquin Club, Ruth M. Adams, president of Wellesley, and Howard W. Johnson, president of M.I.T., emphasized that no formal union is contemplated between the two schools...
...successful of these after dinner conversations. Kazin, a literary critic and historian, wasn't an influential man of the thirties and his book is no walk through the corridors and closets of power. He wasn't even an influential critic and probably, had never even been in the Hotel Algonquin. Kazin's memoirs are the acute recollections of an observant young man finding his way through the New York of the Depression...