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...drawings took Thurber no time at all-a fact that he tried to hide from Ross-and he covered the walls of Tim Costello's Third Avenue saloon in 90 minutes, for drinks. He claimed to belong to the "pre-intentionalist" school. His famed seal-barking cartoon began, he recalled, with a fine seal. But the rock he tried to draw under the seal looked hopelessly like a bed, and one thing led to another...
...Polka Saloon. Sunset. Suddenly the sheriff rises from the faro table and snarls at an amateur gunslinger: "Ragazzo, e l'whisky che lavora [Boy, your whisky is too strong]." His angry Italian rings strangely in that watering place of the American frontier. His opponent is fast on the draw, but not fast enough: on the stairway appears a girl in fringed jerkin and boots, firing from the hip. The revolver spins out of the gunslinger's hand. The girl strides coolly across the bar. "Vi do la buona sera, sceriffo" she says to the sheriff...
...Ohio, whose first speaking experience was when he used to bring cows in at night from a dark wood, and "to keep up my courage, I talked out loud to them." That was not necessarily the road to eloquence; some years later he made some speeches for the Anti-Saloon League, "and every county I spoke in went...
Except for the fact that it boasts one saloon for every 34 residents. Virginia City, Nev., a town of 515 atop the exhausted Comstock Lode, always seemed a wildly improbable place for so determined a dandy as Lucius Beebe. But settle there Beebe did, when he bought a long-defunct weekly, the Territorial Enterprise, in 1952 and resurrected it with an editorial policy of "benevolent backwardness" and "low moral tone, high alcoholic content." Recently, the onetime diarist of New York society, jaded at 58, has been edging away from Virginia City's sagebrush and saloons. Last week his unlikely...
...anything, intensified this somewhat incongruous vaudeville element (wholly serived. I deem, from American productions of Die Dreigroschenoper): marquee lights glitter from the proscenium, news of each scene is projected on a screen from slides (a Ia Chaplin), and poor old Maggie Ziskind, cast as the Widow Leosadia Begbick, a saloon-keeping trollop, has to bundle up in ratty Lotte Lenya togs and belt out a couple of those sour songs that were Mrs. Weill's stock-in-trade. (The words for most of these songs are by Mr. Bentley, the music--as Wall-ish as a composer of Sing Musel...