Word: instinctiveness
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...time. Pat grasps for it all-hungry, anxious, impatient. Japan-born Miyoshi moves slowly, precisely, with cautious grace; at 29, she is American by solemn determination, but she still lives in the ordered, traditional world of her tight little island home. California-born Pat Suzuki, 28, is American by instinct, chafed by restrictions, careless of customs, and in a hurry. It is possible to see in Pat and Miyoshi the embodiment of the ancient, universal Chinese principles of Yang and Yin-the opposites of active and passive, sun and shadow, fire and water...
...founded by Northcliffe, strayed to other hands after he died in 1922.) King (TIME, Dec. 5, 1955) has the level, grey-blue eyes and careless forelock of his uncle, whose picture hangs behind his blacktopped desk. But the two men are fundamentally different: the mercurial Northcliffe had a sure instinct for mesmerizing the masses; King is an intellectual with good background (Winchester, Oxford), who had to acquire the tricks of peddling blood, bosoms and ballyhoo. Says he: "If I produced the sort of paper I really wanted to read, no one else would want...
With sure instinct for a good story, the editors of the New York World-Telegram and Sun last winter handed Reporter George N. Allen a fat assignment: get the inside dope on one of New York City's problem schools by masquerading as a teacher. Last week, after two months of teaching, Allen began his series. His school: Brooklyn's John Marshall Junior High, which became the city's most publicized last winter, after a month of hoodlum invasions, assaults and an alleged knife-point rape in a school basement ended in the suicide of Principal George...
Butter on Turkey. Sixteen years ago, when she was 19, Beverly Pepper was art director of Decca Records Inc. and a fast-rising, horn-rimmed spectacle of success. At 25 she was vice president of a booming advertising agency. Then instinct, and a couple of psychoanalysts, told her to quit while she was ahead. She left for Paris with 32 hats in her luggage, bought blue jeans on Montparnasse and threw the hats away. Last week she was back in Manhattan for an exhibition at the Barone Gallery, which brought close...
...were vehement. The Providence Journal was tempted, but resisted: "After wading along with a kind of fascinated horror through 140,000 words, most readers will probably become bored . . . at times downright sickened . . ." The New York World Telegram's Leslie Hanscom fumed that "there were moments . . . when my whole instinct was to land a Babbitt's righteous punch on the super-civilized nose of the author . . . The novel has a tone which says that, if you cannot swallow its exquisitely distilled sewage with a good appetite, then you'd better go back where you belong and read Elbert...