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...whit of pictorial sensibility enlivens Remington's slickly painted scenes of frontier life, with their walrus-whiskered rustics poking guns at one another or staring into gaudy tin sunsets from the knobby back of a cayuse: they are what they aimed to be, illustrations for magazines like Collier's, nothing more. The earlier artists had, at least, bequeathed a sense of immanence, of epic landscape and idealism to later American art; Remington and Russell left only a vulgar legacy of bronze broncos. With them, the Decline of the West was accomplished-though the nostalgia rides...
Could anyone reading those lines before President Nixon's inauguration have had the vaguest notion of what they were about? Not likely, which is the point William Safire makes in the introduction to his second edition of The New Language of Politics (Collier Books; $4.95), a lexicographic gallimaufry of political catch phrases. Safire, 42, a top Nixon speechwriter, published the first edition in 1968; the controlling theme was that political terms are among the most colorful and inventive in the English language, and that each new President creates neologisms. So do his opponents. Johnson gave us the Great Society...
...help women with re-entry problems, several books have recently appeared with titles such as Have You Had It in the Kitchen? (Grosset & Dunlap) and The Back to Work Handbook for Housewives (Collier Books). This spring Simon & Schuster will publish one with a title that tells it all: How to Go to Work When Your Husband Is Against It, Your Children Aren't Old Enough and There's Nothing You Can Do Anyhow...
Irving grew up in an apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side. His father, who changed the family name from Rafsky in the mid-'30s, was Jay Irving, a modestly successful cartoonist who drew covers for Collier's magazine and a comic strip called Pottsy-about a fat, amiable policeman-for the New York Daily News. The elder Irving was fascinated by cops and filled the apartment on West End Avenue with police memorabilia...
That night, as if in bitter mockery of the day's festivities, racial peace was shattered in Drew. One of the graduating seniors, a comely 18-year-old black girl named Jo-Etha Collier, was walking down a street crowded with other youngsters celebrating the end of the school year. A green Ford passed by, then people on the street heard the report of a gun, and Jo-Etha slumped to the ground. She had been shot below the ear and was bleeding heavily; she died before reaching the hospital...