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...hope of finding a husband. Life is bleak for each of them; he lives from meal to meal, and she trots resolutely to the dance hall each Saturday to continue her implacable man hunt. In the end, things look brighter. She exchanges a bit of hope for a crumb of knowledge; he gives knowledge for hope. There is even a suggestion that they may meet at the dance hall the following Saturday. The novel has its charm-a disconcerting quality in a New Realist book-but the woman's magazine touch at the end does not befit...
...though the sky was apple green, the pastries were aging but good. I loved to see Peter's strong teeth clamping down over them, demolishing them; I felt demolished too, and would order more. "Garcon," I would say to the diseased French girl who presided behind the marble-topped, crumb-lined counter, "por favor, una fumata fur meine fraulein." "Mynheer," she would always reply, smiling, and bring us another of Peter's favorite pear-filled, chocolate-covered fumates. You do not get such fumates everywhere. We would stay there in the warm pink exciting womb-like garret until the basketball...
...Voice of Firestone (ABC, 9-9:30 p.m.). "Salute to Tchaikovsky." The selections are crumb-sized but tasty...
...lead-off story, The Adulterous Woman, might have been titled Death of a Salesman's Wife. Janine is a plumpish, childless French housewife in North Africa; for 25 years her marriage has been nourished on the bread-crumb rations of the need to be needed. Accompanying her salesman husband on a tour of his selling territory, Janine is struck by the stoic dignity of the Arabs, and by the cruel yet sensuous landscape. One night she steals out to the desert's edge to be laved by "the water of night ... in wave after wave, rising up even...
...Crumbs. The war began in 1944, when Revlon's then small $600,000 account was first snagged by McCann-Erickson's John McCarthy-who lasted a stormy six months with Revson. The two men finally fell out over McCarthy's dirty fingernails. When Revson needled him, McCarthy snapped: "What do you want me to do, use nail polish?" Revson laughed-and ordered McCarthy thrown off the account. Now executive editor of the Catholic Digest, McCarthy, who still has dirty fingernails, says freely and even admiringly: "Charlie is a genius. He is also a bombastic, terribly hardworking, frantic...