Word: pablum
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...reporters were "crybabies" it was principally because the McCarthy organization did a poor job of feeding them the Pablum which is the constant diet of most newsmen covering campaigns. Most reporters--particularly those from the wire services and the second-rate dailies--remain encased in the womb of the press bus or plane and file a stream of speech stories, color stories, and isolated voter reaction stories fed to them in press releases or by word of mouth by the candidate's press staff. In between deadlines, they gossip about politician, view the scenery, or ask around for the name...
...best. Commenting on the report to the Overseers one Faculty member observed, "If 500 students had gone down to Yale this fall and started a riot in which property was damaged and people were arrested, Pusey wouldn't have given a damn. Oh, he might have had some pablum for the press, but he wouldn't have cared about...
...couple of roosters ruining my sleep. Our cook brings in a nourishing, if unexciting, breakfast of hot Bulgar wheat with concentrated milk and sugar, coffee and/or Keen (Nestle's), a lemon-lime powder we use to give the filtered water some taste. The Bulgar is like Wheatina or pablum and comes out of a big sack with an American crest on it with the USAID handshake symbol over that, followed by the words, "given by the people of the United States of America"--this is as close to welfare living as I hope to get. USAID gives great quantities...
Fitzwilly, the hero of this bit of family fodder, is a larcenous butler with a heart of pablum and a summa cum laude college degree. He keeps his daffy dowager boss (Edith Evans) in the chips by masterminding a ring of domestics who specialize in plundering New York department stores. When the old lady hires a pert new secretary (Barbara Feldon) with a suspicious nature, the wily Fitzwilly (Dick Van Dyke) has to scramble to bring off the big one-Gimbels on Christmas...
Nothing to Chance. For all his discipline, Poussin was in no sense a stony prude or a bloodless geometrist. He reveled in depicting bacchanalia where swarthy satyrs lurched after alabaster-skinned nymphs, and chubby putti chugged wine as if it were rosy Pablum -all composed as carefully as a ballet. In his Rape of the Sabine Women (see opposite page), swords and outflung arms set up triangles that play a counterpoint against the squarish architecture. Nothing is left to chance, not even the suggestive but studied pas de deux of the Sabine maidens and their Roman abductors...