Word: boye
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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John C. M. Brust, the Ibis, leads the parade with a dialect behind-the-scenes of recent events in Little Rock. His story involves a trio of Arkansas king-makers who send their boy to the State House, and then are forced to shoot him through the head when he integrates the schools. "Like I said," boasts the narrator, "I'm more broadminded than most, but, hell, I guess you gotta keep niggers in their place...
What there is of plot seems to be a Gallicized That's My Boy, in which the Count de Courvallon (played by Chevalier) tries to make a man of his son. His son, the youngest member of the French Academy ("poor boy," murmurs his father) is a young entomologist whose chief goal in life is the capture of Rameses, the rare pink caterpillar. The theme of most of the jokes is a statement made by the Count to his son: "Girls are so much more interesting than boys...
...Competition is hell." This largest single fact in the grim little world of a shoeshine boy came from a youngster of eleven, a veteran of four years on the sidewalk. George sat glumly in front of Briggs and Briggs on an ancient, beaten kit box. "All the shoe stores grab everybody. Some Saturdays I ain't had anybody...
...boy of eight or so sulked down Mass. Ave. dragging his kit. "What was that about?" I asked...
McNulty, himself an ex-altar boy (at St. Mary's, Lawrence, Mass.) fell into no better company than his own. He was a man much loved by newspapermen, horse-players, bartenders, dogs, writers, children and other odd characters who knew him. He had the weaknesses of his subject matter, but like the work of his own "sour-beer artist" (see glossary) his apparently sloppy words came out in (crystal. Unfortunately, the total recall of irrelevant detail which is wonderful in the saloon anecdotes is a bit of a bore in McNulty's journalistic pieces. Irish writers like McNulty...