Word: yokels
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...started, they had innocently used the term "G.I. Joe." Then from Santa Barbara, Calif., came a report that soldiers resented it, thought it patronizing. Hearst Columnist Damon Runyon gave his old-soldier version of the name: "For over 40 years a Joe has meant a Jasper, a Joskin, a yokel, a hey-rube, a hick, a clodhopper, a sucker." Runyon remembered that in the last war G.I. (i.e., "government issue") meant "the big galvanized iron garbage and ash can in the back of each company barracks...
Dirt Farmer. Owlish Alvin Saunders Johnson is himself a savory ingredient in this academic melting pot. In his nearly 70 years he has taught economics at Columbia, Nebraska, Texas, Chicago, Cornell, Stanford, Yale. Much to the puzzlement of his more exotic colleagues, he remains in manner the Nebraska-born yokel. Slow-spoken, foot-shuffling, pipe-sucking, he is as crammed with rural lore as an October silo with corn. Johnson's happiest moments include working with his seven children in his Nyack, N. Y. garden...
...Snark Was A Boojum," a comedy by Owen Davis from the novel of the same name by Richard Shattuck, opens August 16 at the Shubert. Alex Yokel, producer of "Three Men On A Horse," is presenting this comedy in association with Jay Faggon. The play concerns the race for a promising legacy and the birth of a child...
According to rumor, "The Magnificent Dope" was originally titled "The Magnificent Jerk." It doesn't make much difference, no matter how thin it's sliced. Henry Fonda has played a country yokel so often that Li'I' Abner is not even a good second. Lynn Bari looks appealing enough to warrant the trouble the orchestra goes to whenever she shows up. Don Ameche gives a performance of a go-getting success salesman that wouldn't even do justice to Alexander Graham Bell. You can make some money taking bets about who's the "Magnificent Dope," Ameche, Fonda, or the innocent...
Like the pea in a shell game, Britain's Prime Minister had vanished from Washington and reappeared (could it be the same cigar?) in London. Gathering its wits again, Washington felt not unlike a bewildered yokel. What had Churchill and Roosevelt been up to? What had been accomplished? In the troubled air, like motes in a just-dusted room, hung questions, not yet answered, perhaps unanswerable...