Word: tracing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...James Thurber has become (he should excuse the expression) a senior humorist, but in this lively collection of recent rethurberations in The New Yorker and other magazines, he shows no evidence of age-except perhaps an amiable trace of second adolescence. He wages the war between the sexes as briskly as ever ("Woman's place is in the wrong"), heartily belabors "the child-overwhelmed culture," trenchantly elucidates the principle of "negative cheerfulness" ("One statistician not long ago tried to cheer us all with his estimate that only 18 million people, not 50 million, would be killed here...
Auto dealers were beginning to wear a trace of a smile as new car inventories hit a twelve-month low of 936,000 cars. By the end of April, dealers expect to slash this figure to 900,000. Now that dealers were beginning to empty their showrooms and back lots, passenger-car production climbed 20% to the highest weekly level of the year-112,551 new cars. The automakers have scheduled a 7% increase in April production to 415,000 cars...
...poacher, a big game hunter, a game warden, and a devout herpetologist. Piecing all these lives of a non-pukka sahib together, Biographer Alan Wykes, a London magazine editor, has drawn a fascinating profile of a man with all the imperious instincts of an aristocrat and not an inhibiting trace of the code of a gentleman. Snake Man neatly blends action and memory, talk and adventure, snake lore and Ionides lore...
...Harold's Teeth. A New Yorker editor for the past 25 years, William Maxwell, 52, writes with more than a trace of the rueful resignation and wry disenchantment of much New Yorker fiction. His massive restraint sometimes brings his narrative to a dead halt; his quietness of tone sometimes verges on the inaudible. He can reduce the bone-wearying comic horrors of travel to a sentence as when Harold Rhodes, burdened with two lead-weight suitcases, just makes a train: "The station agent took their tickets gravely from between Harold's teeth." He has not created profound characters...
...slicked hair carefully parted, his rimless glasses gleaming, approaches his job with a confidence that almost borders on irreverence, which is the way he conducted himself in his years at Ford. The size of the job does not awe him. "I hate to say this." he murmurs with a trace of shyness. "After all, I came from a compa ny of pretty good size. And when you get up to this size, much greater size doesn't mean very much...