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...report on the '68 Republican convention. The Aaronsons' two daughters and sons-in-law had rented a couple of large rooms off of the building's glittery lobby: one room for drinking and, as they say in Miami Beach, noshing; the other for a big sit-down dinner of roast beef and string beans and potatoes and cake...
...coffee while your waitress waddles over in her Elizabethan pantaloons. A glance down the menu reveals nothing exotic-just square Middle American fare. The only ethnic flavor maybe is a pale, faint hint of Pennsylvania Dutch that is suggested by the filling hot sandwiches and gravybread. The hot roast beef sandwich comes with a good bowl of French onion soup, the sopped bread floating on the top. Even if it does not quite match the Maitre Jacques version (it needs melted cheese), the soup contributes substantially to a rather cheap meal...
...guests stood under a striped canopy on the lawn, finished their roast beef sandwiches, their soda and beer, their cake and apples, finished with all the other speakers. Al Capp, Li'l Abner's creator and one of the big attractions of the celebraton, had titillated them with a long chuckling monologue-"I live in Cambridge, Massachusetts, just a stone's throw from Harvard.... As for John Kenneth Galbraith, well [chuckle], he's by far the best American economist since Edna St. Vincent Mllay.... I think the bedwetting, lunatic left knows that it's lost.... We're in for something...
...rural Vermont's high summer, they gathered in Waitsfield for the "gala summer festival of the Poetry Society of Vermont, a read-aloud of poems written by members." The 43 poets and their guests paid $2.50 each for a cold roast-beef luncheon in a clover field on a 225-acre farm and then filed into the red barn for the readings. Most of the poets were middle-aged or more, and on the whole they celebrated a touching and suspended pastoral world savoring of a benign Frost. Some of the more modern verses, though, dealt with hippies...
AUTHENTIC camp is a rare thing, but the script of You Can't Take It With You crawls with it. Darkie cook Rheba says to shuffle-foot Donald. "Yassuh, I'm glad I'm colored": angel-daughter Alice cries exasperatedly. "Why can't we be like other people? Roast Beef, and two green vegetables, and doilies on the table..."; Kolenkhov, the emigre ballet master, deadpans. "She is a great woman, the Grand Duchess. Her cousin was the Czar of Russia, and today she is waitress in Child's Restaurant. Columbus Circle." Unadulterated camp is screamingly funny just because...