Word: helling
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Your Harry Truman cover story is superb. And Mark Twain would have loved those lines about Harry Truman wanting to be buried in a mulberry coffin so he could "go through hell crackin' and poppin'." Two Missouri boys-Mark Twain and Harry Truman. Boys to be proud...
...religion has made Arthur Langlie into no holier-than-thou. He socializes easily, goes to parties, can stand glassless and gay at a cocktail party without making drinkers feel awkward. His conversation is punctuated occasionally by a "damn" or "hell." But religion has shaped a fierce, almost fanatic zeal for honest government, coupled with a conviction that all responsible citizens should participate. A political reporter once listened to a minor Langlie speech, reported later: "There was nothing new in what the governor said. But every voter who heard him was made to feel that the future of the republic depended...
...were again larded with the deadpan humor of Commentator David Brinkley. Between conventions, ABC's baggy-eyed John Daly squeezed in a Manhattan trip to appear on What's My Line?, reported: "The panel told me I look tired. Well, how the hell was I supposed to look...
...with jive-talking juveniles are due for a letdown. Burning Hills is simply one more version of the venerable western about the mean old rancher out gunning for the squatters who are fencing off the open range. The six-shooters bang, the corpses hit the dust, the cowboys gallop hell for leather across the wide screen. In between the bloodlettings, Tab Hunter and Natalie Wood speak pidgin English to each other and sleep out on the prairie without a chaperon. The villains had several good chances to rub them out, but missed...
...course, nothing disgusts Fernand more than himself. 'His ruthless 5 a.m. self-analysis reveals a life as barren, lonely and pockmarked as the face of the moon. Fernand has lost all hope of heaven, but retains a superstitious fear of hell. His sole deity is the "phenobarbitone-God." Only two passions dominate him: laziness and cigarette smoking. He lies on his bed by the hour looking at the wall. Indeed, the only decision Novelist Dutourd puts to his hero in the whole course of this Novel is whether or not to get up and go to the bathroom. Fernand...