Word: boye
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Jersey boy, I will never be able to drive through Allendale again without the thought of that quintet standing like the boys used to stand in front of the roadhouses along the Jersey shore, flush with the success of another load of hooch ashore the previous night, while an obliging cohort snapped their picture...
...alumnus of Avon Old Farms, class of '36, I ... resent your calling Avon "a fancy prep school for rich kids"; it was nothing of the sort. . . . Avon was a school especially designed to develop individual tendencies in every boy who went there. By the system of "Community Service" at the farm, stables, in the woods, in the garage, in the power house, in student government, etc., each student was taught something practical, along with studies and sports. The school was MEANT to be entirely different from Taft, Choate, Kent and all the rest, which tended to turn out "types...
After the war, Ervin went back to his piano, and last year won the coveted first prize at the International Music Competition in Geneva. Now an earnest, black-eyed boy who still likes to tinker with machines "for amuse myself," he hopes to stay in the U.S. He is not nervous before U.S. audiences ("It is not a good play, if your hands are trembling," he says sensibly). But in spite of the critics' plaudits at his Manhattan debut, he thinks he has a long way to go to please them permanently: "I must work and work," says...
...Other One." M.P.s called Sidney "Nannie" because of his bushy goatee. "Small . . . rotund . . . tapering [off into] diminutive hands and feet," he was a cartoonist's joy. But to his adoring Beatrice, "the Other One" was her lord & master, her "little boy," and "man of destiny" rolled into one. Sidney was never ill, never daydreamed, never had a nightmare, never suffered from moral qualms or neurotic doubts. He could read and write sociological statistics day in & day out, and still have strength to work on numerous committees, coolly and tirelessly conducting "endless intrigues to persuade those in authority...
...keep the body of her son, killed in the war, in her house indefinitely. The Father's doubt and inability to communicate are expressed convincingly through the unrestrained, almost laconic writing. The rest of the fiction is much less impressive. "The Kite," by George Bluestone, describes an uninteresting little boy watch his uninteresting little friend fall off a tenanment roof ("He felt hot lava rising and falling in his midsections.") Maurice Lynch, the author of "Old Salty," also makes the mistake of compressing his story so tightly that we never have a chance to become interested in the characters...