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...congregations an admonition from // Chronicles: "If my people . . . shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land." "Recreation & Renewal." Not all the prayers were offered for such solemn causes. In Atlanta's Morningside Presbyterian Church, Dr. Arthur Vann Gibson offered prayers of guidance for candidates in the Democratic primary. The sunburned congregation at Washington's Calvary Baptist Church bowed their heads to join in a post-summer oration: "We are thankful for the return of those...
...safe from criminal assault, even on the Sabbath Day when there is a gentleman goat within three miles to leeward of her and nothing in the way but a fence fourteen feet high whereas neither the gentleman tortoise nor the lady tortoise is ever hungry enough for the solemn joys of fornication to be willing to break the Sabbath to get them. Now, according to man's curious reasoning, the goat has earned punishment, and the tortoise praise...
...Times, overt display of a sense of humor provokes the sort of suspicion a sex deviate can expect at a policemen's ball." Thus New York Timesman Russell Baker, 36, once explained why he covered Washington with appropriate solemnity. In time, the solemn rounds began to pall; Baker was about to join another paper when the Times suddenly gave him a chance to stray. By last week, calling himself "Observer," Baker was solidly ensconced as the Times's editorial-page satirist...
...reporter, Baker had been solemn and respect f til about the New Frontier; as a columnist, he gives it the horselaugh. He is at his best finding new ways to riddle old targets. Scores of other satirists before him have had a go at the presidential press conference, but Baker's very first column topped them all. Sample...
...Bollingen, America's highest award for poetry. He was delightfully unpredictable. There was Cummings the crazy syntactical iconoclast who rarely used capital letters and recklessly (often unintelligibly) strewed syllables, commas and other gimcracks around the page. On the next page, though, he would turn up as a solemn, sonnet-writing traditionalist-or as Cummings the dreadful punster ("honey swoRkey mollypants"), or the pseudo pornographer happily smirking from the decks of his ship, the S.S. Van Merde: "May i feel said he (i'll squeal said...