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...viewed etiquette as a cradle-to-the-grave proposition, but turned out advice (most of it highly sensible) on almost every conceivable aspect of life. Amid voluminous dissertations on manners she does not hesitate to write: "Nothing, not even a bad clam, is ever spit, however surreptitiously, into a napkin. But it is sheer masochism to down . . . something really spoiled." What to do? She suggests depositing partly chewed food with the fork on the side of the plate, to be quickly "screened" thereafter with celery or bread. Other items...
...away the empty cup. John brings me a plate, Barnett brings me a tenderloin, John brings me asparagus, Barnett brings me carrots and beets. I have to eat alone and in silence in candlelit room. I ring. Barnett takes the plate and butter plate. John comes in with a napkin and silver crumb tray-there are no crumbs but John has to brush them off the table anyway. Barnett brings me a plate with a finger bowl and doily on it. I remove the finger bowl and doily and John puts a glass saucer and a little bowl...
Today, Memorial Hall has as many uses as the paper napkin. Students register there when they enter the University, and are tested there to see if they have the right to leave. In 1949, a year which contained 211 academic days, including Sundays, Memorial Hall was used for 40 concerts, 65 music rehearsals, 21 drama performances, six dress rehearsals, 12 public lectures, 22 student dances, 12 student political meetings, 15 public medical classes, three alumni gatherings, and 19 miscellaneous events; a total of 212 functions...
...alternative is frightening. It is a future of phones that go dead when you answer them, of footsteps that echo yours and stop when you stop, of letters that disappear silently from your desk. The very napkin-holders will have ears, and even the maid will be tight-lipped and shifty-eyed as she goes over your room in the morning...
...striped suit, and a necktie that would have graced a diplomat's funeral. He fidgeted as he waited for breakfast in his suite at the Mayflower Hotel. "I want to be right on time," he said, glancing at his watch. "It is proper." He ate little, wrapped a napkin over his forefinger and rubbed his teeth and gums meticulously when he was through. Forced to wait before testifying, he sat in a Capitol anteroom with the stiff dignity of a British butler in an American movie...