Word: fares
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...poems on the whole make interesting reading, and are probably more competent than the usual Identity fare. The two most polished are among the simplest in design, An Old Song and Correspondances. In these Mr. Phelps evokes a sort of nostalgic atmosphere which appears to a greater or lesser degree in most of the other pieces, but which is most effective in these two. There are a few more of these simple poems which for some reason don't quite come off; one which vaguely tries to describe the creative process, somewhat like MacLeish's Ars Poetica, and is similarly...
...need for daily meals in the Varsity Club. Football Coach John Yovicsin upheld the idea of special meals on three grounds: physiological, social, and psychological. He stressed the necessity of "getting the players down to playing weight" which he felt could not be accomplished by the normal house fare...
...Fair Fare? Chalk pocketed enough in these deals to live in splendor. His twelve-room Fifth Avenue apartment is rich with a Rouault, a Dufy, two Renoirs, two Vlamincks; his Washington office is studded with hi-fi and Queen Anne furniture. Chalk commutes between the two places in his telephone-equipped cars (black Cadillac, white Continental), on off hours retires to his 83-ft., twin-diesel yacht. A careful dresser, he owns 70 suits (most made in Europe for upwards of $200 each) and 30 pairs of shoes (most made in Paris for $75 a pair), sports vests with lapels...
...York transit deal would be a big gamble for Roy Chalk. His offer has been received cautiously by most of the city brass except Transit Boss Charles Patterson, who favors it. Last week Chalk relaxed his terms by pledging to keep the 15? subway fare so long as the city guarantees him an after-tax profit of 6½%. As usual, he was mum about who was putting up the bulk of his bankroll. Grinned O. Roy Chalk: "I'm a poor man -never have more than 50 bucks with me. The big thing is, I know where...
...latest ten stories from the dean are the same bally old mixtures as before and will be ruddily gulped down by Wodehouse fans. The serious student of English will not fare so well: any page chosen at random will leave him (in the Wodehouse phrase) with the "drawn, haggard look . . . a man wears when one of his drives, intended to go due north, has gone nor'-nor'-east...