Word: yorker
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Take another example. As a New Yorker who unfailingly defends the supremacy of New England and its musical inclinations (Dave Matthews Band, Guster, Dispatch, et al.), I’ve always had a slight disdain for country music. All right, it was a vendetta. From a distance, the genre seemed whiny and un-contemplative, with far too many men sporting cowboy hats and belting out cheesy messages about living life to its gosh-darn fullest...
Bowing to realism, summer internships involve mostly up-front deposits in the Bank of Upward Mobility, with withdrawals to be made later: fast cars, slower women, issues of The New Yorker that recline, untouched, with a distinguished air on the coffee table until they are casually replaced the following week...
...Schwerner, Chaney and Goodman had driven a blue station wagon through Neshoba County to investigate a burned-out Negro church near Philadelphia. All worked with the Council of Federated Organizations in Meridian, Miss., setting up voter-registration projects. Chaney, a Negro, was a native of Meridian. Goodman, a New Yorker, had begun work only that day. Schwerner, a bearded youth from New York, had been a COFO worker in Philadelphia for six months. Because of his civil rights aggressiveness and because he was Jewish, he had been marked for death as early as May by an occult, segregationist organization called...
...comic essayist never did produce the serious work he wanted to, and he wasted too much time in Hollywood, playing small parts in smaller movies. But seated on the aisle during the '20s and '30s, as drama critic of Life, the humor magazine, and later The New Yorker, Robert Benchley was in his essential elements of earth, air and firewater. The boozy, bemused uncle of the theater sees a parade of greats. He applauds Jimmy Durante, discovers Bob Hope and Groucho Marx, and collects parodies of a Cole Porter lyric: "Night and day under the bark of me/ There...
...billed, has changed little since those Pleistocene days, and today's critics would probably make the same judgments as their predecessors. "With all my heart, I recommend staying away from the slick and repulsive come-on called Oh! Calcutta!, "wrote Brendan Gill of The New Yorker. "Voyeurs of the city unite, you have nothing to lose but your brains," added Clive Barnes in the New York Times. "Far from being a sexual stimulant, Oh! Calcutta! is an anaphrodisiac," declared TIME's T.E. Kalem...