Word: bunches
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Bunch of Uncles." For his freakish TV success and, more important, for being the remarkable young man he is, Charles Van Doren owes most to the remarkable Van Doren family (see box). Says a friend: "I have always thought the Van Dorens the most successful family I've ever experienced in terms of closeness, intellectual vitality, mutual respect, in terms of exchange of ideas and the flow of electricity that keeps everybody learning all the time. Charlie spent his whole life saturated in this sort of thing." His father is Mark Van Doren, 62, Pulitzer Prizewinning poet and professor...
...little kids in pajamas, hanging over the banister, eavesdropping." Charles's mother would pack him and his younger brother John, now 28 and an instructor in American civilization at Brandeis University, off to bed. But Charlie never stood in awe of the guests. "They were like a bunch of uncles to him," says Fadiman. As a tot, Charlie played with Philosopher Adler at a highbrow game of "neologizing" (inventing words in sentences to sound like a foreign language). As a youth, he played word games with Cornwall Neighbor James Thurber, who was so taken with Van Doren...
...elections, or to cross off all the Communist names at the top of the ballots. Their defiance was subtly encouraged by the Stalinist Communist leaders whom Gomulka supplanted, who did not hesitate to appeal to Poland's latent anti-Semitism and describe the Gomulka faction as a "bunch of Jews." From their viewpoint, an anti-Communist demonstration at the polls would constitute a massive nonconfidence vote in Gomulka, and justify a Stalinist revival in which they would return to power, if necessary with the support of Soviet tanks...
...buyers must also be praised, however, for their enterprise and thrift. Not everyone would go out to Chicago at the last minute that way just for the sake of a bunch of out-at-heels students. There is no way of telling how much more corned beef and cabbage can be served because of the buyers' waiting until the meat could be condemned. We only wish that more money could be saved. Perhaps the buyers might be able to wangle a little of that Cutters-and-Canners', for Sundays and holidays...
...automobile club gets mislocated in the zoo. All because the poet becomes the park, and believes in it. "At night, when everything is yellow and green,/You too can come alive/If you believe in me." Mr. Koch does not describe or persuade, and his poem is not a bunch of well-behaved metaphors gathered around something that was once somebody's idea. He is making a new place where you might want to be; and that, I think, is what poetry ought to be. Another poem of his, The History of Jazz, is nostalgic and wistful for things...