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...boisterously headed for fresh triumphs at the noisier Copacabana. Betty was having a wonderful time, even though the bottom of her dress was hanging in strips where people had trodden on it. But it was obviously getting too tiring for ladies like her mother. Her mother, Mrs. Robert J. Faulkner, is 95 and does not drink. Leaning on her cane and her daughter, mother was taken home...
Around 3 a.m., Betty called it a night. When she got back to her Park Avenue apartment there was her mother, still up and indignant. Cried Mrs. Faulkner: "You gypped me." Betty soothed her. Next month, she promised, mother was going to get a really big party to celebrate her 96th birthday. It would be at the St. Regis or maybe the Stork Club. She would let the photographers know in plenty of time...
Plowless Folly. Nor does Dr. Kellogg think much of "plowless farming," a fad promoted by Edward Faulkner's Plowman's Folly. Sometimes, Kellogg says, it is a good idea to avoid plowing, so as to leave a layer of litter on the surface, but the plowless method works only in special cases. "Some farmers and gardeners," says he, "in the eastern part of the U.S.-especially city gardeners-took the doctrine literally and planted corn in fields of Bermuda grass-corn that got a few inches high, turned yellow, and finally perished...
...every day, writes steadily until 9, works with a secretary until noon. After lunch and a nap he writes again until 5, has tea and receives friends. He hates to lose at solitaire or chess, loves the movies. A voracious reader, he rates Dashiell Hammett with Faulkner and Steinbeck, was greatly impressed by the Kinsey Report...
Among some Parisian café thinkers, who seem to believe that Chicago is run by Al Capone and that New Yorkers live in nightclubs, McCoy has been honored as the peer of Hemingway and Faulkner. The trash he writes is closer to the literature of men's-room walls...