Word: humoristic
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Angles & Bells. Hollywood, for its part, isn't going for the angle. Groucho Marx, not even bothering to make his bark witty, summed up one school of local opinion by calling Susskind "this phony New York intellectual." In a Daily Variety column. Humorist Max Shulman wrote of "Mr. Susskind, the noted television trailblazer. who gave us a video adaptation of The Bells of St. Mary's." Susskind sniffed: "People mention these things to me. but I absolutely refuse to read the local papers and the trade papers. I only read the New York papers...
...from the Farmer. The liberal New York Post was almost inevitably reminded of a quip made by Humorist Goodman Ace: "Public opinion polls reach everyone in America, from the farmer in his field right up to the President of the United States, Thomas E. Dewey." But to Tennessee's Democratic Senator Albert Gore, Gallup's 1960 post-convention poll was downright sinister. The polls, cried Gore, are "almost meaningless and in many instances misleading," but they still have an "entirely unjustified" influence on elections. With that, Gore hinted at an investigation of the pollsters by the Senate Privileges...
...colloquial ease that made NBC's Huntley and Brinkley outstanding; when President Eisenhower entered the Sheraton-Blackstone Hotel, his face spattered with confetti, Ed Murrow observed: "It looks like the President is trying to blast his way out of a sand trap." But Murrow as a humorist simply was not convincing. CBS also threw in extra cameras, rigged up arc lights, offered its reporters bonuses for scoops. When Vice President Nixon arrived at O'Hare International Airport, a Jeep-borne camera broke through the crowd; when President Eisenhower landed, a cagey CBS reporter persuaded Chicago Manufacturer William Rentschler...
...find homes where the land was greener and cheaper. New settlements spread across acre upon acre; small, sleepy old towns were inundated by newcomers, and the suburban way of life became the visible substance of what a hard-working nation was working so hard for. "Eventually," observes Humorist-Exurbanite James Thurber (Cornwall, Conn.) of the steady spread of Suburbia, "this country will be called the United Cities of America. One suburb will pile into another until in New York State there'll only be Albany and New York City; and they can really fight it out in the streets...
...Humorist Thurber tends to blame The New Yorker's drawbacks on the changing tastes of the times: "The New Yorker has represented every damn decade in which it's been published. In the '20s, humorists were a dime a dozen; everyone was drinking champagne and cutting up neckties. In 1960, everyone's talking too much, reminiscing about his childhood. You can't get humor into the magazine if people aren't writing...