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...took for granted that his own filial piety would be duplicated in his children. Samuel's mother was also typical of her class and times, i.e., everything a mother of the 19503 tries not to be. It was mother Butler's custom to treat little Sam to "sofa talks"-long, cozy, heart-to-heart, during which he was made to "feel guilty for not being sufficiently grateful for all his parents had done for him." It was also mother Butler's habit to extract confidences from Sam and then pass them on to her formidable husband...
...Terence Harold) Robsjohn-Gibbings has written witheringly about antiques (Goodbye, Mr. Chippendale) and modern art (Mono, Lisa's Mustache). In his new book, Homes of the Brave (Knopf; $3.50), he launches an attack on modern home design that may send readers reeling back to the old mohair sofa...
Solomon's Reign. In Paterson, N.J. suing for divorce, Mrs. Bessie Sigel complained that her husband Solomon 1) demanded that his meals be served course by course while he lounged on the living-roon sofa, 2) always checked to see that his food had been precut in bite-size chunks 3) dumped his plate on the floor if her cooking displeased...
...from a painter's palette-sparkling topaz yellow, lime green, burnt orange, cocoa brown, wine red. Decorators drew their materials from all over the world, combined Philippine rattan with American brass, mixed 19th century antiques with 20th century Egyptian coral sculpture, and thought nothing of flanking a modern sofa with a pair of smiling, five-foot Venetian blackamoors, carved in 1710. Among the more interesting experiments: ¶ A brass and wood Barbecue Room by Manhattan's Melanie Kahane, which brings the outdoor barbecue indoors. Along one side ranges a long barbecue counter with roasting spit and charcoal grill...
...higher tone to her claret cup by adding the contents of a curiously shaped bottle which she understood came from a Carthusian monastery." The day was warm, and after downing two tumblers of the brew, Visitor Stowe had the illusion that she had become a sailor. Her "berth" (the sofa), she complained, was "going up and down" so tempestuously that she had difficulty in climbing into it. Her last words, growled out as she collapsed: "I won't be any properer than I've a mind to be. Let me sleep...