Word: mothered
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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SCUBA DUBA is in the tradition of the "new comedy" that draws its laughs not from funny-ha-ha but from funny-peculiar. Novelist Bruce Jay Friedman (Stern, A Mother's Kisses) puts one of his pop-skulled, Mom-obsessed neurotics in a chateau on the Riviera during the night his wife is out cuckolding him with a Negro. Jerry Orbach is wildly, excruciatingly believable as a modern victim-persecutor, one minute hiding under the coats in the closet, the next brandishing a threatening scythe at his enemy, the world at large...
...inner light in which freedom lives and in which a man can draw the breath of self-respect." Eric Hoffer, the philosopher-longshoreman has a more prosaic but very pragmatic description: "The day-to-day competence of the workingman." He adds: "If I said I was loading ships for Mother America, even during a war, I would be laughed off the docks. In Russia, they can't build an outhouse without having a parade and long speeches. This is the strength of America...
Scots wha hae'd jubilantly with Highland flings late into the bleak November night. Outside the town hall of Hamilton, a Lowlands town of 47,341, the bagpipes skirled We Shall Overcome. Rallying the clans with a cry of "Put Scotland first!," a lawyer and mother of three, Mrs. Winifred Ewing, 38, had just done what everyone considered impossible. In a special by-election, she had won a seat long so safe for Labor that the party took it by a 16,576 majority the last time around. Reversing that margin to win by 1,799 votes, Mrs. Ewing...
...himself spent the day in seclusion with his family, explaining that a Chinese birthday celebration also marks the solemn mu nan chih jih, or "day of a mother's suffering through childbirth...
With his newfound political knowledge, Willie made the trek to New York in 1963, where he met the traditional rebuffs at the surly hands of cabbies, waiters and landlords. "I had known Mississippi rednecks," he complains, "mother-killers, grandmother-killers, sixth-year graduate students and spitballers who threw at your head; but I had never run up against people so lacking in the human graces." He found that New York literary types were not much better. One after another, the idols of his boyhood came tumbling down when he met them in the flesh...