Word: mementos
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...memento-strewn Manhattan apartment, Claire Ruth, widow of baseball's Sultan of Swat, pondered the growing possibility that the Babe's 1927 record of 60 homers in a single season may be beaten this year by Yankee Sluggers Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris. Said she: "I know they say records are made to be broken, but deep down in my heart I hope it doesn't happen." Even if Mantle or Maris should succeed, however, Mrs. Ruth saw consolations: "At least it will be a Yankee who did it. And everyone will remember Babe as the first...
Among the offerings which might (with some in accuracy) be termed entirely serious, John C. Holden's Memento Mori is the most substantial. Despite a not entirely satisfactory central metaphor ("My life's a sheet of paber filled with holes./People, punched away by antic death...") and some few rough spots, Memento Mori, which won the Hatch Prize this year, is a fine piece. Mr. Holden succeeds in encasing a particularly unwieldly sentiment in a tight and carefully plotted structure. The skillful shifting of the rhyme scheme, and its complete abandonment at one point, reinforce the progression of Mr. Holden...
Rare is the man who has gone home from a Chicago convention without some choice memento locked in his suitcase of memories. For one middle-aged Texas oilman recently, it was the long, goose-pimpled wait for a rendezvous with a $50 floozy in a plum-colored parlor; for a life-insurance salesman from New Jersey, it was a harmless evening in an elegant and naughty North-Side Key Club; for a mackinawed Dakota farmer back in 1906, it was a dinner at the old Saratoga Hotel, where after ordering a fancy city dish called oysters on the half shell...
British Novelist Spark has been compared to Evelyn Waugh, but the comparison is inexact: she is, in fact, a kind of welfare state Jane Austen, a novelist in whose hands the commonplace becomes mysteriously implausible, the routine eerily irrational. Unlike the scheming septuagenarians of her earlier novel, Memento Mori, the inhabitants of Peckham Rye are so determinedly average that they lack even the capacity to sin grandly. When Mr. Vincent Druce, the managing director of a small textile firm, visits his secretary, Miss Merle Coverdale, to make love to her in the evening, their activity is as carefully calculated...
...trainer of the Russian skating team swiveled into position before the Nixons, fastened a silver tie clip to the Vice President's collar. "Sputnik," he said, pointing to the engraving on the clasp. "We're so happy to see you," said Pat. "I have a memento for you." And she handed him a green ballpoint...