Word: smarts
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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DIED. James T. Parrell, 75, novelist who wrote the 1930s classic Studs Lonigan trilogy; of a heart attack; in New York City. As a scrappy, street-smart youth on the South Side of Chicago, Farrell acquired a passion for baseball ("my longest and most faithful love") and an equally durable horror of what he called the "spiritual poverty" of the working-class Irish "with their sad history and their great dreams that collided with the facts of American life." After dabbling in Marxism and liberal arts at the University of Chicago, Farrell chose to escape spiritual poverty by writing about...
...shopping meccas of Paris' Rue du Faubourg-Saint-Honoré, Munich's Maximilianstrasse or Brussels' Avenue Louise, a Pierre Cardin tie costs $40, a Réty suit $440 and a Balenciaga handbag $370. Even the cost of window-shopping is steep. Hotel rooms in a smart area of a capital city can easily cost $75 a night, a good dinner for two starts at $60 or more, and a week's car rental often tops $300. Local residents, of course, avoid the stores and services that tourists frequent. Even so, their everyday costs are hefty...
...largely free in Europe. The net result is that many Europeans end up with somewhat fatter disposable incomes than Americans but they also face generally much higher prices. So how do they do it? How do they afford the rows of doubled-parked Mercedes and BMWs and the expensive smart clothes that are so conspicuous to visitors...
...fourth floor with me were the opera-nut (who also accompanied her music with an out-of-tune recorder) and her clean-cut roommate, along with a hodgepodge of very smart people who stayed behind closed doors studying most of the year. The women also had to cope with Chuck's completely inept attempts at seduction ("Can I borrow your typewriter?"). It was lonely up there, and I hated everyone...
...fourth floor with me were the opera-nut (who also accompanied her music with an out-of-tune recorder) and her clean-cut roommate, along with a hodgepodge of very smart people who stayed behind closed doors studying most of the year. The women also had to cope with Chuck's completely inept attempts at seduction ("Can I borrow your typewriter?"). It was lonely up there, and I hated everyone...