Word: monkeyed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Skyline, by Gene Fowler. The 1920s again, this time described by Old Newspaperman Fowler, who tells what bliss it was in that sweet dawn to be a Hearst managing editor, concerned only with the news value of James J. Walker and monkey glands...
...kind of newspaper assignment Gene Fowler relished in the 1920s was to be told by his managing editor to find a deserving old gentleman for a monkey-gland rejuvenation operation. When a scholarly greybeard named Mr. Bacon came into the New York American's offices primed with schemes of calendar reform and admitted, conversationally, to two carnal thoughts a year "at the most," Fowler knew he had his man. He went to a pet shop and procured "a nasty-tempered fugitive from an organ-grinder's beat," though in his columns Fowler called the monkey "Ponce de Leon...
...monkey-gland business was a little unusual for W. R. Hearst, who never knowingly shook the hand of anyone remotely connected with vivisection. Even the rats at San Simeon were trapped in cages and transported several miles to be released. "The Chief" was less tender toward his editors. The best story of the fear he inspired in them is probably apocryphal. One frequently terrified editor, "Bugs" Tuttle, begged an assistant to open a telegram one day. "Your mother is dead," read the message. "Thank God!" Bugs Tuttle reportedly said. "I thought it was a wire from Mr. Hearst...
...refusing to come out for another round." To Fowler's generation of writers, New York was always the Big Town, a drink was spiritus frumenti, and Broadway was the Rue Regret. Reading Skyline with or without spiritus frumenti, one question is bound to arise: Where are the monkey glands of yesteryear...
From a short hitch as assistant powder monkey in a Colorado gold mine. Keys came home with a new straw hat and $75 -and finally stayed long enough to finish high school. A budding chemist in his freshman year at the University of California at Berkeley, he loaded up with brain-crushing courses (chemistry, physics, calculus, German, Chinese, English), worked 30 hours a week in the university library, took his classmates for "$20 or $30 a month" playing bridge, and kept a big bag of dried apricots beside his dormitory bed. That spring, embittered by his failure to capture...