Word: petted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...when Arthur Schlesinger Jr. was pushed, fully clad, into the swimming pool at a Hickory Hill party. She was the mistress of a wacky ménage that included even more animals than children?Brumus, the huge Newfoundland of nippy disposition, the wandering armadillo that broke up tea parties, the pet hawk that once landed on Mrs. Averell Harriman's wig. She was the dinner-party cutup who once, in mock jealousy at the attention a high Government official was paying another woman, tossed a candleholder at him?to the obvious distaste of Jacqueline Kennedy, the regal sister-in-law with...
Capp works in a free-flowing format, first reading off questions from a deck of file cards submitted by students (but stacked to include queries on his pet hates), then fielding questions from the floor. Laughing uproariously at his own answers, he told a Wisconsin audience: "You show me an 18-year-old humanitarian who wants to change the world he hasn't been in long enough to learn about, and I'll show you a pest." He mocks student idealism with heavy-handed wit. "A concerned student is one who smashes the computer at a university...
...came out again. A small dog started to trot over from a farm across the street while Eric and Tim set up the new shot. He walked over to Nora, who tried to pet him. The dog barked twice, and retreated fast to his home...
Like a sort of campus crime reporter, Feuer hustles from century to century and country to country-Germany, Russia, Japan among others-gathering evidence to support his group-neurosis theory. The theory is, at best, debatable. And like most men with a pet theory, Feuer seems compelled to hand in evidence in his own favor. But his book makes fascinating reading as a partial compilation of the games a great many young people play. With allowances for Feuer's bias, the basic game of Getting Back at Father goes like this...
Actually, the possibilities are endless. One girl applying to a West Coast college claimed a blue belt in Aikido. Equally imaginative bids for seeming extra-curricularly exotic have deluged the colleges with alleged harpsichord builders, guinea-pig breeders, inventors of electronic nutcrackers, boy falconers, girls with pet iguanas, adolescent TV producers and fund-raisers for Biafra. One boy wrote starkly, "I have seared the streets," a sign of the new fad for ghetto toil, which is edging out mental-hospital work as an earnest of social conscience. On the other hand, artistic achievement still earns points. To that...