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...black one. A choirboy at St. Cyprian's Episcopal Church, he ran relays in track and made his way to Winston-Salem Teachers College in North Carolina, which he attended for two years. But his real gift was for music. He played the violin obsessively, retreating to the bathroom with bow in hand for three to five hours at a stretch. He also sang and played guitar and, after leaving college, appeared on Ted Mack's Original Amateur Hour and in nightclubs as Calypso Gene or the Charmer. He has said that after hearing Elijah Muhammad speak...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Louis Farrakhan: Pride and Prejudice | 2/28/1994 | See Source »

...singing "Mon coeur" from saint-Saen's Samson and Delilah, Anna Moffo's delivery of the single word disvelto in Verdi's Rigoletto) and even the oral (in a discussion of opera as addictive behavior, he calls listening to an entire opera the equivalent of locking himself in the bathroom to eat a quart of ice cream) and the olfactory (the unmistakable smell of his parent's wood stereo cabinet...

Author: By Jefferson Packer, | Title: The Phantoms of Opera's Divas | 2/24/1994 | See Source »

...roommates and I have a favorite poster that hangs in the position of honor, right next to the bathroom. Created by Accuracy in Academia (that well-known scholarly body), it pictures a young Ronald Reagan in a Western film, with a noose around his neck. The caption reads, "Stop the Liberal/Media Lynch Mob! Tell the Truth About the Reagan Legacy...

Author: By Daniel Altman, | Title: Press Is Unfairly Lynched | 2/7/1994 | See Source »

B.H.L. launches another broadside, this time from a different angle: "With all the real problems to be addressed in the world, why not put your energy toward something useful, instead of paying $17,000/year to write on a bathroom wall...

Author: By R.i. Wilson, | Title: Lamont Poetry Board | 2/3/1994 | See Source »

...wondering when you'd finally go. Jiu-Ru, you haven't gone to the bathroom all day," Little Auntie remarked as I emerged from their newly constructed, modern outhouse. She chuckled. "You know, when your father visited us ten years ago, and we still had to use the public toilets, he would wait all day before going. He made your uncle take him. He was so afraid of the smell...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: My Gang of Twelve | 2/3/1994 | See Source »

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