Word: drank
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Name Dropper Leonard Lyons left in a dudgeon when the sockless hipsters began to outnumber the quality folk ("I couldn't see the furniture for the beats"). The host and hostess welcomed their swarming guests in separate rooms, and as the party roared past the midnight hour, Mailer drank deeply and became moodily belligerent. By the time the party broke up at 3:30 a.m., he had been in two fist fights, had received a small black...
With great skill and economy, Author "Tertz" evokes the gruesome private life of the Soviet Organization Man. At a dinner, some MVDs are relaxing. "The more they drank, the less they talked. Other people in their cups shouted and brawled, but these, with every glass and every bottle, sank deeper into immobility and silence . . . Globov liked these people-kindly men of whom perhaps half the world was terrified . . . How deluded was the mercenary Western press whose scribblers portrayed these men as somber villains. In reality they couldn't be nicer . . . One senior interrogator, employed in cases of the utmost...
Beer & Orange Pop. When Advance Man Bunche arrived at Elisabethville in his white U.N. Convair, only two Belgian officials and an honor guard were on hand to greet him. Tshombe pointedly waited at his official residence for Bunche's call. There, sipping beer while Tshombe drank orange pop, Bunche argued earnestly for 2½ hours. Then Tshombe called in the press to declare airily: "I am confident no United Nations troops will enter Katanga." If they should, he went on, "the U.N. will bear a heavy responsibility and will provoke a conflict bringing discredit on it in the eyes...
Falling in love with a teen-ager named Sue Babior (he married her June 25, 1955), Sahl finally fled Los Angeles, followed her to the University of California at Berkeley, and became the academic equivalent of a ski bum. Auditing classes off and on, he drank a tun of coffee a month in all-night campus snack bars, argued art, social science and politics into the abstract hours. He slept mainly in the back seat of his moldering Chevy, and ate cold hamburgers provided by a Nietzsche-soaked friend who worked in a short-order bin. Sometimes he slept...
Uncrowned but undisputed head of A.A. is Bill W., a tall Vermonter in his early 60s who drank himself out of a lucrative career as a high-risk stock operator. "In 1934," he recalls, "my doctor told my wife that if I didn't stop I'd have to be locked up because I'd either go mad or die." Bill W. didn't stop until he drank himself into a hospital, and realized that he must quit or die. He had to find another drunk in the same predicament, so that by helping each other...