Word: soured
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Referring to your account (TIME, Feb. 26) of Mr. Dewey's trip through Montana, I want to state, here & now, that it struck more than one sour note. The general impression it gives of a raw undeveloped State (third largest in the Union, I believe!) inhabited by a handful of horny-handed sons of toil, is hardly flattering...
Last week A. F. of L.'s apple-headed William Green tooted a blast against the Smith Committee Amendments to the National Labor Relations Act (TIME, March 18). He said they "strike in a destructive way at vital, fundamental principles." There was something sour about this note that made those within earshot wince sharply. For Mr. Green had inveighed against both the NLRAct and the NLRBoard for many months, and his words had given most comfort to enemies of the Act. But little attention was paid him, for a man of bigger wind and deeper tone was playing...
Supporting Uncle Dave in the Grand Ol' Opry Company are a half-dozen ensembles with sour-mash names like Fruit Jar Drinkers, Possum Hunters, Gully Jumpers, Roy Acuff and his Smoky Mountain Boys. Grand Ol' Opry is no ordinary hillbilly show. It is opportunity night for all the balladeers, jug players, mouth-organists, fiddlers, washboard knucklers, accordionists, comb-hummers, etc. It is a weekly fiesta, Southern style, for hill folk from the Great Smokies, croppers, tourists...
...Swan" of Huxley's sour fable is Jo Stoyte: old, half-mad with wealth and power ("they are the same"), desperately hanging on to his sexual potency, desperately afraid of its loss, of age, of death. In his gigantic ferroconcrete château in Southern California he lives with his young mistress, Virginia Maunciple, a born courtesan with a short upper lip who frequently repairs, for penitence, to the "Lourdes Grotto" which "Uncle Jo" has built for her. Jo's other mainstay is sleek, Levantine Dr. Sigmund Obispo, who keeps the old man hopped up with hormone injections...
Sirs: If the Washington correspondents cannot coin a name for the '30s perhaps TIME readers can do so. As one, I submit Hangovera as a suitable title for that period following the Torrid Twenties Jamboree. Bitter tongues and family quarrels; sour medicines and the doctor's bill;-a morning after if there ever was one, complete with Pink Elephants...