Word: spoonful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...assigned to escort Nikita Khrushchev on his tour of France, became one of the few contenders to top Khrushchev in a proverb-spouting contest. The old adage (quoted by Dromio of Syracuse in Shakespeare's Comedy of Errors) that stopped Nikita: "He must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil...
Addressing cotton growers in Tashkent, Khrushchev complained that although sown acreage had increased, production had decreased. "But those with low yields don't look for a smaller spoon at the table," he said. "Maybe such people should be given short pants and even wear them in winter so everyone could see that they hadn't grown up enough to wear normal-size pants. That's a joke, of course, comrades,'' added Jolly Nikita, "but I would like you to find a grain of truth in that joke...
...published book, Tiffany's Table Manners for Teen-Agers (94 pp.; Ives Washburn, Inc.; $3), Tiffany Board Chairman Walter Hoving offers comforting advice. "Be nonchalant," says he. If you choose the wrong fork or knife, don't fidget, keep eating. Sip soup from the side of the spoon or from the end-it makes no difference. Asparagus may be eaten with the fingers, as may artichokes and corn on the cob (exception: chicken). The finger bowl? Don't ponder its use; just remove it until time to dip fingertips. Other items...
Lingering Seduction. Perhaps the most exasperating of Warren's novels was The Cave (Arthur Mizener in the New York Times, 1959: "Warren at his best . . . beautifully intricate"). The author continued to spoon out enough sex to keep matronly readers titillated. More offensive was the novel's fakery in character development. Warren staged a situation of violence (a youth trapped in a cave), exposed a dozen people to it, and then, without explanation, asked the reader to believe that each of them experienced a profound change of personality. This sort of dodge is a black box, in engineering jargon...
...Narrow Covering (TIME, July 30, 1956), careless and malevolent death bore down on ordinary prairie folk to whom Author Siebel assigned hardly a pleasant, let alone a happy, moment. For the Time Being is relatively upbeat. No one dies. Yet no one lives, either; like a quarter section of Spoon River Anthology, the human crop is sown with indifference and raised in contumely. It is only because Author Julia Siebel speaks with an oldfashioned, simple authority now almost absent from U.S. fiction that her lugubrious chronicles about doomed small folk deserve to be read...