Word: dinners
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...charges neighbors 50? to drop by-and clears $30 to $40 a week, enough to pay the musicians' carfare and, more important, his rent. In Squaw Valley, half a dozen ski bachelors are renting a cabin for the winter. To pay for it, they are giving mammoth spaghetti-dinner parties every Saturday night. Charging $1.50 to $2 a head, they hope to clear enough to live rent-free...
...sent Douglas MacArthur to a hospital. Forbidden, too, are such hazing tortures as "shower formation," in which plebes braced at attention until perspiration soaked their bathrobes. Instead of requiring the traditional gibberish reply to the upperclassman's question, "How is the cow?"* a plebe may be ordered at dinner to deliver a ten-minute lecture on Viet...
...went with George Patton. Temperamentally Marshall had nothing in common with the gaudy, poeticizing, rich, vain, bombastic, blasphemous fire eater. Once, Patton pressed his luck too far. At a private dinner, he used his friendship with Marshall to plead for a demoted colonel who had criticized the War Department. Said Marshall: "I am speaking now as the Chief of Staff to General Patton, not to my friend General Patton. You have encouraged the colonel in his attacks, and you have destroyed him. I will not promote him; never mention it to me again...
...Pianist Van Cliburn played at Michigan's Interlochen National Music Camp, recorded two Chopin sonatas in a New York studio, packed the Hollywood Bowl for Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2, and ate a folksy dinner with his parents and friends at their home in Shreveport, La. In between times, he mused about himself, his fame and his music: "The role of a concert artist in a concert hall will never be eclipsed...
...businessman, referee and editor, Cerf devotes a good part of his time to keeping his authors happy. Fortunately, he enjoys it, even when his high-strung writers curl into knots. He likes to tell about the time that Sinclair Lewis spent a night at the Cerf apartment. "He had dinner," Cerf recalls, "and we were all sitting at the table. Then Bill Faulkner called up and said he was in town. I told Lewis and asked him, could Bill come over? Lewis said, 'Certainly not. This is my night!' Then at 9:30, Lewis went...