Word: flavors
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...taken over as president. Brush-mustached, cigar-puffing Aubrey Ashby, 62, onetime vice president of the National Broadcasting Co., didn't like anything that had been happening under his last two predecessors. Olivet (enrollment: 287) had earned quite a reputation as a progressive college with a highly literary flavor and a strong political bent. As far as Ashby was concerned, the place was a hotbed of socialists, pacifists, and foggy-minded liberals...
Readers might think that these were the nostalgic notes of country-born editorialists, trapped in the cities and hankering for the farm. But the country flavor in the Herald, the Times and the Journal was distilled by one authentic New England countryman. Long-faced Haydn S. Pearson, 47, is a hard-working naturalist who covers all outdoors, notebook in hand, as methodically as a police reporter on his beat. His nature editorials have offered vicarious trips to the countryside for city-bound readers of the Washington Star, the Newark News and the Indianapolis Star; 79 papers subscribe to his twice...
...things that hurts nature writing the most is sentimentalization," says Pearson. "I don't like to write a nature piece without some facts." He has gathered enough to fill five books (e.g., Country Flavor, The Countryman's Cookbook), and has two more on the way. Says he: "There is a place for some quiet writing that will still be true after the screaming headlines are dead...
Sleeping Field. Last week his Country Flavor Editorial Service sent out a quiet piece that illustrated what he meant. Wrote Pearson: "Go to an open ridge on a sunny, crisp January afternoon when the snow blanket is deep and drink of the beauty on white hills. Earth lies patiently sleeping . . . Above walls and fences sumacs hold scraggly arms with faded, brown-flame candles . . . Winter birds call from the groves; regal cock pheasants stalk along the hedgerows with their meek ladies. This is the heart of winter . . . but in the tightly wrapped buds is assurance of the Great Promise...
...business and social highlights of Hollywood last week had very little flavor of hard times. At the huge testimonial dinner ($15 a plate) naming Darryl Zanuck "Man of the Year," there was no noticeable scarcity of mutation mink and diamonds among the 1,500 diners. The only damp spot in this glittering evening was the five minutes during which Georgia's Ellis Arnall got off to a belligerent start as president of the Society of Independent Motion Picture Producers. He scolded Eric Johnston and brashly challenged him to a debate on monopolies and the movies; he proposed that misbehaving...