Word: joys
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Braddock in 1937, the incomparable Joe Louis successfully defended his title by knocking out vast (255¼ lb.) Abe Simon, who looks like a worried cigar-store Indian, in 0:16 of the sixth round last week in Manhattan's Madison Square Garden. Simon and his manager, James Joy Johnston, the aging Boy Bandit, screamed that the count was short; 18,220 fans screamed with delight. Joe turned his purse, estimated at $45,000, over to the Army Emergency Relief Fund. Promoter Mike Jacobs rewarded him with a dozen eating apples...
That the Little Fellow eventually becomes a multimillionaire wearing two fur coats, one over the other, is unimportant. What matters are the delicious beads of humor strung on the thread of his unique personality. Chaplin cinemaddicts will recognize with tears of joy two famed scenes: trapped by a blizzard in a lonely mountain cabin with a friendly prospector named Big Jim (Mack Swain), Charlie hopefully removes a shoe and places it in the stewpot. Tenderly basting the foul boot with its own juices, he nurses it along to Big Jim's bursting point. "Not quite done yet," soothes...
...week per person from 41.4 to 47, weekly earnings by 31%. But the average German worker's weekly wage (in 1936) was $6.29; and one in every five was dependent on the Winter Relief Fund, which is made up of workers' "voluntary" contributions. Real achievements: Strength-Through-Joy cruises by which a workman could visit Madeira for $25 round trip, or spend a week in the Bavarian Alps for $11; vast expansion of theater, opera, concerts, adult education...
...which, in centuries of mistaking the individual for Man, Western civilization has all but lost sight of: sacrifice. "Sacrifice is the stone contributed to the construction of the Being with which we identify ourselves. It is the root of true existence, and as such the sole source of joy...
...Harvard men. One, of course, was the Keith Boston, which swerved out of its second-rate vaudeville groove long enough to present Duke Ellington and his Famous Orchestra and Ethel Waters in a thoroughly enjoyable sixty-five minutes. Despite sundry sepia entertainers from the Duke's revue, "Jump for Joy," the band itself was, as always, the big news, whether showing off its soloists or weaving a subdued and subtle background to a vocal refrain. Miss Waters was very good, special accompanist and all, but on at least one occasion I found myself trying to hear what Lawrence Brown...