Word: goldens
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...organism without a memory. Fifty years ago its five boroughs-Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island and The Bronx-were joined into one big city. But most of its citizens are vaguely surprised at plans for celebrating this golden anniversary-starting with a monster parade up Fifth Avenue next week. They leave this sort of historic memory to Philadelphia, at which they jeer; to Boston, which they pity; Or to Atlanta, a place near Miami, and where the Civil War was fought. New York is hypnotized by the present-which, after all, is equipped with television and a big bull market...
With his mincing ways, his curls and his 88 fancy bathrobes, George is plainly a ring villain. His "secret weapon": bobby-pins (he calls them Georgie-pins) which he sometimes pulls from his golden hair and pretends to poke into his opponent's impervious thighs...
...Golden Earrings. The beginning corner of the canvas of John's life was a town called Tenby, on the Welsh coast. His father was no gypsy, but a prosperous and eminently proper lawyer, who, John coolly recalls, "loved children, provided of course they were legitimate and well-behaved." His father appears frequently and ambiguously in John's autobiography. Having been in his own turn a father and a grandfather, John inclines to apologize for his own filial rebellions. His father's "pious admonitions," John confesses, "were met by indifference or even hostility. To this perverse and refractory...
...packed him off with a tiny allowance and a heavy load of advice. "Be a Michelangelo if you like," the elder John said solemnly, "but first make your living." Out of sight of home, John grew a beard, took to parting his russet hair in the middle and wearing golden earrings. "In spite of a superficial appearance of negligence," he later explained, "my mode of dress was not unstudied and had a style of its own." He has since discarded the earrings, but he wears even his black Homburg with a rakish...
...other stories--"Worth A Golden Spoon" by Cledwyn Hughes and "Episode of a House Remembered" by John Rogers (one of the three undergraduate editors of "Wake")--appear to me to be cleanly written and clearly conceived pieces, but they nonetheless left me with a peculiarly unsatisfied feeling. "Worth A Golden Spoon" misses because it rests on an idea never quite made clear--the idea that a beehive, presented to a railroad employee by his associates, has a peculiar and special meaning to him. I couldn't help feeling that the exact nature of this meaning ought to have been indicated...