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Most Diversionary Direction: to Russell Rouse, who apparently decided that hopeless dialogue can ring funny when played as high tragedy. "Do you bleed? Do you cry?" moans trampled Talent Scout Eleanor Parker. "I'm not some sort of garbage pail you can slide a lid on and walk away!" she adds. The less raunchy lines are disposed of in rounds of verbal pingpong. Let Boyd say "My head is splitting" (ping) and Wife Elke Sommer is sure to answer "So is our marriage" (pong). Milton Berle, Joseph Cotten, Jill St. John, Peter Lawford and Edie Adams all prove expert...
...father of two college students who read TIME, I would like to say that you have finally reached the bottom in the pail of filth. The person who chose this subject must get his kicks reading the Marquis de Sade...
...president, had taught classes in "expression" in Fredericksburg, Texas, and later in her home. In 1912, when Lyndon was four, she taught him to read simple primers ("I see the cow") in their Texas hill-country home. Then she sent him trudging a mile down a ranch road, lunch pail in hand, to Kate Deadrich's one-room tin-covered Junction school, where rules were waived to let him enter first grade short of his fifth birthday. Mrs. Johnson's aim was not wholly pedagogical: with the lively Lyndon confined to school from...
...heavily on such verbal devices as alliteration ("Korea, Communism, Corruption"), rhyme ("All the way with L.B.J."), or a combination of both ("Tippecanoe and Tyler Too").* Other familiar standbys are paradox ("We have nothing to fear but fear itself"), metaphor ("Just the kiss of the hops"), metonymy ("The full dinner pail"), parody (a Norwegian travel folder promises "a Fjord in Your Future"), and punning ("Every litter bit helps"). By using what semanticists call "affective" language, many slogans deliberately exploit chauvinism ("Made in Texas by Texans"), xenophobia ("Yankee go home"), insecurity ("Even your best friends won't tell you"), narcissism ("Next...
Nowadays the fragrance of Hong Kong comes from dead fish, firecracker dust, rotting cabbage, auto exhausts and night soil, all woven into a unique miasma. There are 100,000 people who live afloat in suburbs of sampans and never use a toilet or garbage pail. But the main source of trouble is a place ten miles from the city quaintly named Gin Drinkers' Bay by the British and more accurately known as Garbage Bay to the Chinese...