Word: mr
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...that Jewish voters, many upper-middle-class whites, Negroes, women, McCarthyites, blue-collar workers, young professionals and white-collar workers in the East, all turned out heavily for Mr. Humphrey. Southerners voted for Mr. Wallace. Apparently Mr. Nixon was elected solely by wealthy white Christian male Americans outside of the South. Amazing...
...were left to the cameramen, whose attention we had to vie for, thereby dividing our forces, and the emcee, a middle-aged man named Mr. Earl whose face looked like a birthday cake with all the candles blown out. As he courteously informed whoever might be interested that the instant recall of answers that we varsity scholars had been displaying was far less significant than the more significant reasoning we were capable of, Mr. Earle's eyes got a bit dreamy, as if he were writing verses for a Valentine's Day card. But when inexpicable laughter came from...
...Mr. Earle certainly wasn't one of the chief Meanies. Before the show he had given us all the tips on winning form he had gleaned from his years of emceeing after he replaced Allen Ludden. Mr. Earle hadn't been able to understand why we didn't seem to care very much about winning, and why everyone was laughing at all the wrong times. But it didn't really matter. The System took care of everything. The System made even James K. (for King) "Jimmy" Glassman want to hit the buzzer and get to say "Richard Nixon" on national...
...Well, you want to see Mr. Tierney; he's the Deputy...
...Britten piece, which uses a problemmatical Auden text, was a Queen Mab Scherzo passage affording relief from the "flickering flames" of "Blonde Aphrodite." The unidentified soprano soloist thrilled us with another seismic performance whose beauty might be compared to an autumnal wheat field methodically bending to the breeze. Mr. Dello Joio, whose star has been rising ever since his epochal Air Power brought home the Caligulan glory of the air force to the musically thirsty, seems to have made little musical progress since that Curtis Lemay extravaganza. His To St. Cecilia was an exciting grotesque written in his consummately banal...