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...arise leisurely around 9:00, shower, shave, read the paper, or what have you and still get into the dining hall for breakfast around 9:20. And if you sleep even later, and present yourself at the door with a warm smile you can be served up till 9:30. On Sundays many of us at the "Hutch" do not eat breakfast until shortly before...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Bunny Retorts | 4/12/1950 | See Source »

...high points of the pilgrimage were the vigils in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. But by the third vigil, familiarity had so far bred irreverence in some of the company that they desecrated the shrine outright-bargaining with the Moslem merchants, "swilling [strong wine] till the bottles were empty." Some of the priests got into a wrangle over their turn to celebrate Mass, and the lay pilgrims were forced to intervene. And then there were those pilgrims who went about scratching their names on everything in sight, and hunting for souvenirs. Felix's own "irreproachable" collection of relics...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Going to Jerusalem | 4/10/1950 | See Source »

...SLEEP TILL NOON (191 pp.) - Max Shulman-Doubleday...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Fallen Arch | 4/10/1950 | See Source »

...laugh in the freshman dormitories. It sold 33.000 copies (and 220,000 reprints), and made Max, at 24, a very big yuk in the laugh trade. The Feather Merchants (1944) and The Zebra Derby (1946) did even better. On the dust jacket of Max's fourth book, Sleep Till Noon, no less an authority than Playwright George Abbott has no hesitation about calling Max a humorist "who seems distantly related to Dean Swift and Rabelais...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Fallen Arch | 4/10/1950 | See Source »

...Sleep Till Noon should maintain his high sales, as well as his distance from Swift and Rabelais. Advertised as "a roaring burlesque of middle-class morality," it is actually an aimless gaggle of giggles about a bus boy who married money. At the end, with a penetration more like Jack Homer's than Dean Swift's, Max sticks in his thumb and pulls out a withered old prune for his readers' delectation. Money, he warns archly, corrupts...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Fallen Arch | 4/10/1950 | See Source »

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