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Regularly clicking open her compact, rolling more lipstick onto each sufficient coat of it, clicking it closed, Mrs. Ruth gazed around the park. Out on the field, not far from her stood Joe DiMaggio, walled in by adoring reporters. Joe Louis stood close. Strolling around the new grass, having a swell time like college kids in Fort Lauderdale, were Mickey Mantle and Whitey Ford. Clutching a black cane Toots Shor watched the men on the field. It must have seemed impossible to Toots that DiMaggio was 61, or that Mantle and Ford were entering middle age: they were kids when...
Marilyn the Wild is flawed by its own rampaging vitality. A Charyn character cannot simply put on a coat: Es ther Rose's "fist burrowed into her sleeve like the skull of a groundhog...
This is what Hills means by scruples: Suppose your brand-new electric portable typewriter is stolen from the back seat of your locked car, and the thief was deft enough to get the door open without breaking the window. (He did it with a bent wire coat-hanger--easy as pie). You have plenty of insurance, but the company won't pay without physical proof that you didn't leave the car unlocked. A broken window would do, for example. Now, you've been paying premiums for twenty years, and they owe you the money fair and square...
...economy and foreign affairs should be conducted--steals books all the time, without a second thought. He just walks into the Harvard Bookstore, say, puts down some change for the New York Review of Books and walks out again with fifty dollars worth of books under his coat. Many of these books he reads, others maybe he gives away Robin Hood-style to his friends. Anyway, moralism being what it is, this guy may have worked out a rational connection between his politics and his book-stealing, but he may just as well not have--who's going...
Paul C. Cabot '21, former Treasurer of Harvard, was in his office one day nearly 25 years ago when an elderly, disheveled man wearing an old coat drenched from a rainstorm outside walked in and sat down. Placing his briefcase on the floor, the intruder reached in and drew out his wet, muddy galoshes, and proceeded to drop them on the fine office rug. Before Cabot could say anything, the man, Arthur D. Stillman, reached in his briefcase once more and handed Cabot over $1 million worth of securities...