Word: crabs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...food, fads, fashions, customs, manners." Some of its subject matter has, of course, frequently appeared in the past in The Nation, Art, Business and elsewhere in the magazine. But now Modern Living has space of its own to roam around in, and this week ranges from the spread of crab grass to the immobility of trailers...
...whole catalogue of gifts bestowed on it by the Old World-the horse, borsch, Rudolf Bing, pizza, trial by jury, Pfannkuchen, the English sparrow and crab grass. Most arrived more or less by acceptable means, but the suburban affliction defined as "a grass with creeping or decumbent stems which root freely at the nodes" sneaked in. How it made the trip is a mystery. Perhaps, many years ago, it stole out of some Portuguese garden into the sea, and, just following its nodes, crept along the ocean floor like a living cable till it reached The Bronx. Not satisfied there...
...lover gets out of the bored hoyden's bed and hops up and down to get his circulation going. And like all humorists, she thrives on embellishment, taking small facts and inflating them into outrageous acts of hyperbole. When one of her boys came home with a dead horseshoe crab, she put it down the Dispose-All in fact, but in print she claimed it had been stored in the Bendix and washed with a load of sheets. "You take the thing, touch it up, improve it," she says, "and turn it the way you want...
Almost anything Mij got his paws on he put in his mouth. He once chewed up a razor blade in his powerful, crab-cracking jaws, seemed to suffer no ill effects. In the country he liked to sneak up behind a cow, take a snap at her tail and sit grinning as she furiously kicked up her heels. He also displayed a peculiar passion for nipping every ear lobe that came within his appallingly elastic range. And once, when Maxwell tried to take an eel away from him, Mij effortlessly bit clean through his hand. "He let go almost...
...promoters at the Hollywood pressagent firm of Rogers & Cowan lavishly plug his innate sex appeal and his intuition for showmanship, which collide onstage when Darin, fervently singing, wobbles a disengaged microphone in his hand and slides sideways in a characteristic motion that could only suggest a young Dungeness crab in trouble...