Word: chatterly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Reluctant Lions. Today, Cockney Bookman Fred Bason is a minor British institution. He addresses Rotary luncheons, mimes on BBC television and exchanges bibliophiliac chatter with his pal, "Willy" (Somerset) Maugham. Nonetheless, at 42, Fred still lives in shimmy Walworth, and though he also owns a bookshop now, still hawks books from a barrow "in the gutter." Like every famed "character," he is permanently hoist with his own reputation: he can no more afford to become rich, or grammatical, or stop collecting autographs or saying "blimey!" than Groucho Marx can afford to adopt an upright, manly stance and a look...
...this chatter about interplanetary travel began to irritate Novelist-Columnist J. B. Priestley, who wrote in the London News Chronicle: "The world we know at present is in no fit state to take over the dreariest little meteor ... If we have the courage and patience, the energy and skill, to take us voyaging to other planets, then let us use some of these to tidy up and civilize this earth. One world at a time, please...
...models are put up in a yellow trailer standing a few yards from the house. He paints them on couches "because they chatter less in that position." The models serve merely as springboards for Kitchens' cheerful, elegant and curiously impersonal art. On canvas their faces are almost blank and their bodies have more paint than flesh about them. But the paint is beautifully arranged...
...northwest Korea last week, an air-ground liaison officer attached to the U.S. 24th Division gave a nervous laugh as he listened to the radio chatter of Mustang pilots overhead. "Do not Josephine," the pilots cautioned one another. "Do not Josephine!" In Air Force parlance, "Do not Josephine" means "Don't use up all your ammunition on ground targets; you may need it to fight your way home...
...than an anecdote. War Veteran Charley Summers returns to England with an ill-fitted metal leg and a battered mind. He visits the grave of his old flame Rose, who died while he was away. Everything reminds him of her: the blossoms fringing the graveyard, her father's chatter, the name of a waitress in a pub. When Rose's father urges him to visit an attractive London widow, Charley takes the address but shows little interest; he is still dreaming of Rose...