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Ministerial Washerwomen. Daumier's perspective on Paris was that of a fiercely republican poor boy. When the July revolution of 1830 toppled Charles X from the throne, Daumier was a hopeful 22; Louis-Philippe, the compromise "Pear-King," soon blasted his hopes. He caricatured the umbrella-toting King as a Gargantua being stuffed with gold by dutiful midgets. Gargantua was displeased, but Daumier got off with a suspended sentence. In 1832 he tried his hand at a cartoon in which the King's ministers appeared as washerwomen. That one cost him six months in jail...
...possible winnings (a reported ducal $75,000 a year, maybe more, if a hoped-for 150 stations buy his transcribed show). As a jockey, the Duke promised to be impressive: his jazz know-how gave his between-platter comments a fine mood indigo. One record, he decided, had a "pear ice cream" flavor; Songstress Sarah Vaughn was "serpentine and opalesque"; Crooner Vic Damone "caressed with satin and gave a back porch intimacy...
Then, slicing into a juicy pear, Togliatti took a good firm Communist bite at the Marshall Plan. No, in the long run it could not help Italy. Why? He said that he here agreed with classic liberal economics: it would make the country a charity case, dependent on American aid, and sluggish in developing its own healthy economic character. Italian export industries, he argued, should be filling old German markets in eastern Europe-"countries which are thirsting for our goods." "But," he charged: "America prefers to keep those markets sealed up for the industry of western Germany that...
...sort of phame that Edward Lear was after. A shy, pear-shaped six-footer with a bulging nose and "a beard that resembles a wig," he was a melancholy bachelor who could "blubber bottlesful" over Tennyson's poems. The son of a bankrupt, he began painting for his living at 15. It was as a painter, and not as a writer of "bosh," that he wished to be known...
...home in bed with a cold, to "My darling Mumkin and Pap: Good morning I hope you have used Pear's Soap and are flourishing now . . . you will be horrified to hear that my temperature is 150°-But really I have got a 'petit rhume' only...