Word: ross
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Dagdigian got the final Crimson score of the night, at 17:51 of the second frame gathering the rebound from another Ross point shot which Durocher had left lying in his crease...
...satirize middle-class mores. He scores some good points by having his living dolls talk exactly like the female humanoids in TV commercials-fretting about the need for spotless floors and coffee that tastes fresh-perked. Forbes, on the other hand, sees an opportunity for serious suspense. Will Katharine Ross and Paula Prentiss, newcomers to Stepford, realize what is afoot in this too, too peaceful Connecticut town and get out before they are traded hi for living dolls? He manages to work up some reasonable suspense over this matter. Somehow, though, the writer's prime concern and the director...
Those words did not always apply to The New Yorker. Santayana once wrote: "All problems are divided into two classes, soluble questions, which are trivial, and important questions, which are insoluble." For many years the magazine took that epigram seriously. Through the Depression and even through the war, Harold Ross, the magazine's legendary founder, preferred not to confront moral issues. "His old dread," recalled the owlish humorist James Thurber, "that the once carefree New Yorker, going nowhere blithely, like a wandering minstrel, was likely to become rigidly 'grim,' afflicted his waking hours and his dreams...
...Under Ross, the magazine was a unique, unstable amalgam of laughter, arrogance, politesse and information. "If you can't be funny, be interesting," he instructed his staff. To that end The New Yorker set a tone that Critic Malcolm Cowley described as nostalgia mixed with condescension. It acted as if the weekly party-to which the reader was always extended an invitation-would never...
...Ross's liability was a firmly shut mind, Shawn's has been one that some times remains too charitably open. The Greening of America, with its pot-scent ed praise of youth (who in turn greeted the book with the immortal tribute "Oh, wow!"), made many readers wonder if the magazine had suffered a touch of sclerosis. The frontispiece, "Talk of the Town," turned suddenly from boutique prattle to sometimes perceptive, some times ponderous essays about Nixon, Watergate, Cambodia, Agnew or poli tics in general. The New Yorker's sol emn discovery of causes was often over...