Word: limerick
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Sixpence per Line. With intimates, Thackeray's conversation was "decidedly loose" (lost forever, presumably, is the remainder of his limerick about "...the Countess Guiccioli Who slept with Lord Byron habitually"). He enjoyed going to pubs, or, as one enemy described it:"[He] not infrequently condescends to wither mankind through his spectacles from one of the marble tables." His love of bad puns was notorious ("A good one is not worth listening to"). Said a friend: "I recollect him now, wiping his brow after trying vainly to help the leg of a tough fowl, and saying he was 'heaving...
...indeed in Dallas, helping to launch the city's top-notch new opera company and give a concert. On hand to witness the historic meeting between the Lone Star State and the stately star of opera was TIME Music Researcher Dorothea Bourne. For a report on how the limerick came true, see Music, Callas in Dallas...
Britain's outstanding Roman Catholic scholar, most versatile writer, and gentlest man died this week. Msgr. Ronald Knox, 69, No. 1 convert to Catholicism since the Oxford movement, left both the monumental and the diverting behind him: a masterful translation of the Bible, a classic Limerick, a definitive history of Christianity's hot-blooded sectarianism and six popular detective novels. But it was perhaps as a man that he exerted his deepest influence on those around...
...that has the healing hand." The warder turns, and Dunlavin sneaks a great swig from the alcohol bottle. "That's it, sir, thorough does it ... May God reward you, sir, you must be the seventh son of the seventh son of one of the Lees from Limerick on your mother's side maybe. [Drinks again.') Ah, that's the cure for the cold of the wind and the world's neglectment...
...Irish both in locale of its scenes and soul of its makers, who include the Maine-born director, John Ford (real name: Sean O'Fearna). As if to disprove W. B. Yeats's old lament, "Romantic Ireland's dead and gone," Ford fought his way through Limerick and Galway and Dublin, pushing his cameras and a troupe of Ireland's best actors before him. In dramatic meanderings most of the commonplaces of the native character are trotted forth-that the Irish are unpredictably gay and gloomy by turns, revile England, drink prodigiously, talk blarney sideways...