Word: ghosting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...country's crumbling upper crust a well-placed foot in its foibles. Though Novelist Donoso, a Princeton-educated Chilean, attends the aristocracy's wake with almost gruesome glee, he seems a trifle wistful when the senile señora stops babbling and gives up the ghost. He should. She has, after all, put plenty of spunk into an old story...
...anyone who can still remember the late Radio Comedian Fred Allen's dry wit, these letters will seem a disservice to Allen's ghost. To anyone who cannot, sorting through this epistolary mountain for the occasional glint of gold will seem hardly worth the effort. The nuggets are there all right; even in his casual correspondence, Fred Allen could not resist the comic muse, whether diagnosing his own health ("I find myself winded after raising my hat to a lady acquaintance") or commiserating with a toothless pal, who "has been living by sucking the butter off asparagus." Freelance...
...decided to find out what the machine would do with a more lyrical type of writing. The quotation "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak" was fed into the computer, which promptly translated it into Russian and then translated the Russian back into English. The results: "The ghost is ready, but the meat...
...Lazy!" The ghost of Benny Paret obviously was still with Champion Griffith last week. Madison Square Garden was packed with fans from Spanish Harlem to watch Griffith defend his crown against Challenger José Stable and Puerto Rico's José Torres battle Willie Pastrano for the light-heavyweight championship in a rare doubleheader. Like Paret, Stable was a Cuban, and the chants started-"Sta-ble! Stable! Sta-ble!"-as soon as the challenger clambered into the ring. Emile got mostly boos except from ringside, where Mama Emelda Griffith and Cousin Bernie led the cheers. "The best, the best...
...sation at work. His former tormentors are now backslapping friends; he is even invited to a champagne party. But on the way home that night, ruffians accost Akakievich, steal his coat and with it his reason for existence. Again friendless, the cipher succumbs to madness and death; yet his ghost remains, seizing the coat collars of stolid St. Petersburgers to remind them that humanity is more than appearances...