Word: wits
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...audience-including an actor who was the only one to sit through the whole concert, and a neo-Dadaist who honored the occasion by wearing a bell around his neck-jumped to its feet for a spirited round of applause. "Bravo!" shouted the inwardly immobile. "Encore!" shouted a desperate wit...
Died. Louis MacNeice, 55, handsome Irish-born, sports-loving Greek scholar who, in the early 1930s, was briefly celebrated as one of the brash young Oxford poets, along with Auden, Spender and C. Day Lewis, who stood traditional English verse on its ear by mixing slang and sardonic wit, toff talk and tough thinking to comment on England between the wars; of pneumonia; in London. During World War II, MacNeice drifted away from poetry to become one of the BBC's top scriptwriters and producers; but his early verse, which he enjoyed writing "as one enjoys swimming or swearing...
Astonishing Lesson. For his 300 students, Leinsdorf mixed wit, energy and a towering musical intelligence to give them a vigorous summer of learning. He brought in soloists such as Pianists Lorin Hollander and Malcolm Frager to talk with his students, and even induced Eugene Ormandy to conduct the Tanglewood student orchestra. Taking a place in the orchestra himself, he was unsparing with the large batch of student conductors who turned up this year. Stopping the young conductors in mid-beat, he would say, "Why didn't the orchestra play for you there? Are you taking the orchestra...
Aneurin Bevan, by Michael Foot. A full, sympathetic biography of England's most militant socialist and Churchill's most abrasive critic, who was also a great parliamentarian, a man of chivalrous gaiety and wit who loved charming and disarming London society...
...Central Airport to see if the Anglicans fared any better. The description of the Anglican theological stance (more like the twist) fairly leaped out at me. "Not the brain-numbing abstractions of Germany's sages, but an urbane lucidity spiced-a la C. S. Lewis -with literate Oxbridge wit." Well could we have used such a catalyst...