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There is opportunity for wild humor in the outcroppings Humphrey must negotiate in his scramble to the top-the office sweater girl; an addled old clerk who has sandbagged his office with 67 filing cabinets full of senselessly duplicated detritus dating from 1939: and a villainous colonel whose spit-and-demolish approach to bureaucracy reaches peaks of brassbound unreason. But Drohan shows no real talent for his chosen business, satire; instead, he insists on trying to make the reader take Humphrey's doubts and flounderings seriously. A Candide may get into frightful predicaments, but under the rules...
...numberless personal appearances, Soupy will make about $100,000 this year. He writes his own material, virtually runs both shows singlehanded. To thousands of moppets who watch Comics daily, he is a genial, long-faced man in a crushed top hat, an outsized bow tie and a bulky black sweater, who moves with rubbery ease from classic grin to classic frown. "I act like a king-size kid myself," says Soupy, "and talk right to them just like I would a bank president." As pitchman he is less happy. Too often he is called upon to spray himself with Bactine...
...front of "G" entry, two imposing preppy types were talking to a pair of Summer School lovelies. One of the males was unmistakeably a Princeton. He wore the traditional dark gray shetland sweater, button-down shirt, English-style gray flannels and cordovans. The other person was attired in white varsity-letter sweater, turned inside out, of course, freshly pressed khakis, white athletic socks, saddle shoes and crew-cut. "Probably a Yale," thought...
Fortnight ago, as the church was being consecrated, the thin, flat paintings caused a national flutter. Parishioners gaped up at Jesus as a boy in a red sweater, Mary in a black dress and black silk stockings carrying a shopping bag, Joseph in a Trilby hat and yellow zippered jerkin, John in rolled-up shirtsleeves and corduroy slacks, and Peter in a grey flannel suit...
...stop. Its motley passengers immediately spill out into the station bar and some hilarious vignettes. To make room for a goat, a bewildered British couple are demoted from their first-class compartment into third, there to rub insensitive feelers with a slithering mess of outraged Irish lobsters. A sweater-girl (full-blown by Maureen Connell) snares a husband under the diverted beak of her matchmaking aunt. Even the bar-girl gets a romantic Irish proposal: "How would you like to be buried with my people?" After many minutes' wait the uproarious caravan pro ceeds on its way, leaving...