Word: rath
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Twenty workmen on The Mullet last week were busily employed by the Irish Land Commission dividing a large estate into small farms when they discovered, to their horror, that the government surveyor intended that a fence should be driven straight through a rath, or fairy fort. They promptly downed picks and shovels and folded their arms. Their foreman sent for a government inspector, a citified cynic who believed the rath was nothing more than an ancient burial mound. He suggested that the fence wire be strung over the rath instead of cutting through...
...representative from the Dail Eireann was hurrying westward. "It's serious enough," he told newsmen, "for there isn't a man on the peninsula who doesn't believe in the little people. But I think if we build the fence around the rath, it might satisfy everyone." A second civil servant was not so sure. "It's bad enough giving the fairies official recognition," he grumbled. "The next thing, they'll be coming in here looking for pensions...
...Rath, the man in the gray flannel suit, is a run-of-the-treadmill commuter who knows that his $7,000 post with the genteel Schanenhauser Foundation makes him, his wife and three children no more than glorified peons on their cash-conscious street in Westport, Conn. His wife Betsy is a brunette charmer with pronounced but somewhat whimsical notions of budgetary discipline ("No more homogenized milk . . . We're going to save two cents a quart and shake the bottle ourselves...
...young man with a slipped disk in the backbone of his ambition, Tom Rath has a certain appeal. Though he strains visibly. Author Wilson never lifts His administrative czar Hopkins off the literary blueprints. As a fable of the "tense and frantic" '50s, The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit catches a little of the social transiency of Commuterland, where the richest nomads in the world fold their $15,000 and $25,000 tents and move on in the family Buick to more exclusive oases. Unfortunately, too much of the novel verges on upper-middle-class soap opera baited...
...just as friendly next day when they helped load the first eleven wounded into a couple of French helicopters: "We hope you will remember what we have done for you. We hope this war will end very soon. Now au revoir." But the eleven wounded men of Dienbienphu"were rath er hostile" to the Communist speechmakers, said one who was there, and the helicopters quickly took...