Word: lunches
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...visit to Huron, S.D., to see his invalid mother and drop into his brother's drugstore (where he collected, as Brother Ralph put it, "enough bathroom supplies for six months"), Humphrey last week flew into Manhattan for conferences with Ambassador to the U.N. Adlai Stevenson and lunch with members of the Security Council. One evening Humphrey and his wife Muriel saw Robert Preston in Ben Franklin in Paris, a musical show about the diplomatic old American who charmed the French into helping the U.S. in the infancy of its independence...
Back in California, Carlson could not forget the urgent medical needs of the Congo. As he told one colleague over lunch: "If you could only see, you wouldn't be able to swallow your sandwich." He remained in private practice nonetheless; he owned a $12,000 home near Redondo Beach, was earning $12,-000 a year. But it palled, and finally he told a radiologist friend: "I'm going back. I can't stand doing hernias and hemorrhoids any more." Some Exotica. Signing on as medical missionaries for $3,230 a year, the Carlsons arrived at Wasolo...
This was the first opera I've ever been to in a Harvard dining hall, but it was a lot different from what it's like when you're just eating lunch there. For me, the costumed doorman, the gala black tie throng, and hot bitter demitasses during the interval were enough to make the evening. But producer Walter Jewell included an opera to boot, with lots of buffa schmaltz, all the trimmings: a bevy of beautiful girls, elegant costumes, and a glittering Mozart score with a light, frothy libretto by Lorenzo da Ponte...
Cosi's performers expect their performance to go over well with what they term Harvard's "uneducated but intelligent" audience. Last Saturday, however, their audience was about twenty students eating lunch with their dates, and they seem more uninterested than uneducated as the chorus and orchestra trooped in for their two o'clock rehearsal. The musicians pushed tables out of the way and attached the apron to the stage. As the students finished eating, everyone in the room except a few professional singers was moving chairs...
...fellow who loves the Beatles (he once turned on with their manager, in fact), Robert Kennedy (whom he voted for), Bob Dylan, and the Marx Brothers. C. Day Lewis, in some banter about the French Symbolists, was astounded at his erudition. Some preppies at the Signet, expecting perhaps to lunch wit some raving faggot, were amazed to find him "such a nice Jewish man". His much misrepresented poetry, while usually phantasmagoric and undisciplined, it powerful and genuinely serious...