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...firm tenfold in the last eight years, likes to dismiss his many big operations (in hotels, theaters, apartments, oil wells, piers, night clubs, a small railroad, and smaller shopping centers) as "making grapefruit out of lemons." This grapefruit, which he hopes to pluck by 1948, would be his juiciest...
...tabloid New York Daily News flatters the common man by cheering for commonness; consequently it has the largest newspaper audience in the U.S. The News scorns reformers, and flaunts the details of Manhattan's juiciest scandals with a self-righteousness that does not conceal a smirk. Its general attitude toward manners & morals is the tough kid's jeer: if they're good they're probably phoney and certainly ridiculous...
...submarines, prowling the far Pacific in ever-greater numbers, reported last week their juiciest bag: among 27 Japanese vessels sunk, seven were combat craft, and of the seven, one was a large aircraft carrier. Twice previously the undersea raiders had been credited with enemy flattops "probably sunk"; in the Battle of Midway, the Nautilus polished off the crippled Soryu. But this was the first time a sub had been credited with a certain kill, unassisted by other forces. No details were disclosed; Navy Secretary Forrestal regretted that the submarine fleet must remain the Navy's silent service. Silent...
...what good does it do me? Last Friday I ran up to Memorial Hall to take my exam in Physics. I just sunk my teeth into the juiciest problem you ever saw, when "Bang Bang, Bwrrr-Bwrrr?Bwrrr," Cambridge starts drilling holes in Cambridge Street outside. After three-quarters of an hour of this, they carted me away to Stillman in a shoebox, kicking and screaming. I'm calm now, but I've got three more exams this week...
Manhattan's volubly witty Town Crier, the late Alexander Woollcott, had ten light literary fingers in a good many more pies, but what endeared him to his admirers was his habit of pulling out the juiciest borrowed plums in public with a happy little verbal smirk that meant: "What a smart boy am I." Last month he did it again (posthumously) in Long, Long Ago, a very satisfactory second course to his highly comestible While Rome Burns (TIME, March 12, 1934). Most of Wooll-cott's plums are still on the sugary side, but the best ones have...