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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...stories, "Nobody Here is Quite Game Enough," is the most memorable though neither the best written nor the most humorous. It tells about a wild chase two fellows make up and down the Eastern Seaboard attending parties held the same day but several hundred miles apart. Another story, "Banker's Holiday," is a suspiciously whimsical piece for the Lampoon. I say 'suspiciously' because I was expecting some dirty little hoax at the conclusion, but the author maintains the fantasy through the ending, and, except for its length and occasional awkwardness of diction ("Tom began to laugh. 'Oh hell,' he choked...
...There, Coach Ray Meyer made him shadow-box and skip rope until Mikan panted: "What do you want, Coach, my blood?" Short, husky Coach Meyer is still hard to satisfy. Says he of Mikan: "He'd be great if he were nine inches smaller." His size sets Mike apart, even among pro basketball players. At home he requires a specially-made 7-ft. bed and an elongated reclining chair. His appetite is prodigious. He has occasionally been known to consume a dozen eggs at breakfast, polish off two steaks after a game...
Spectators will also see other close sets. Both teams have depth and Barnaby is proud because his squad "didn't fall apart during vacation...
...given historic phase,". i.e., until they are strong enough to use brass knuckles. China, says Mao, is still largely a "feudal" country. Before it can have its Communist revolution against the bourgeoisie, the bourgeoisie must first have its revolution against "feudalism." These two separate steps (which occurred centuries apart in Europe) can, in China, be blended into a continuous process. But the first step is not democracy in the Western sense: "The coming democratic republic of China should be nothing other than a democratic republic of the dictatorship of all anti-imperialist, antifeudal sections...
Last week, for the first time in two seasons, a refreshed and refueled Jascha Heifetz came back to Carnegie Hall. He had warned that he was "going to take his engine apart and put it together again; but it would not be a new engine." Last month, when he had cranked it up again in San Francisco, listeners and critics thought at first they heard a faint whirring and grinding of gears. Heifetz himself, his usual platform poker face masking his nervousness, found it "hard to get going again." But by the time he had plucked and bowed Bach...