Word: yorkerism
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Adams could remember a happier and a more literary time, when a handful of dedicated writers and editors, among them Robert Benchley, Alexander Woollcott, George S. Kaufman, Ring Lardner, and Harold Ross of The New Yorker practiced their art with a lapidary's care. Clinging together for mutual support, they met weekdays as the Vicious Circle, a social group that lunched at the Algonquin Hotel and traded mots and puns, Saturday nights over the poker table of the Thanatopsis Literary and Inside Straight Club. Of them all, none set journalism's banner higher than the cigar-smoking, pool...
Died. John Lardner, 47, eldest of Humorist Ring Lardner's four sons, war correspondent, sports columnist for Newsweek, television and occasional drama critic for The New Yorker, essayist and satirist (It Beats Working, Strong Cigars and Lovely Women), who published his first work-a poem on Jack Dempsey and Babe Ruth (" . . . both sultans of swat; one hits where other people are, the other where they're not")-when he was eleven, in Columnist Franklin P. Adams' "Conning Tower"; of a heart attack, while writing about F.P.A.'s death (see PRESS) ; in Manhattan...
...intermittently by Union troops during the Civil War, it was revived for the American Expeditionary Force during World War I, became a little-censored, undisciplined and often brilliant weekly with enlisted and commissioned giants on its staff-among them, Private Harold Ross (who went on to found The New Yorker), Sergeant Alexander Woollcott, Lieut. Grantland Rice and Captain Franklin P. Adams...
...hates that King truly prizes, and he has collected an awesome passel of them. He loathes beatniks ("clinical psychopaths, overt pansies or fulltime dope fiends") and millionaires. He detests TIME, LIFE (where he was once an associate editor) and FORTUNE, closely followed by The New Yorker ("frequently stinks up the neighborhood") and Look. Art critics are "rapacious vermin," and modern art is in a "putrescent coma." The theater world is full of "exhibitionistic freaks" and "cold blooded connivers...
...Times offered "nine personalized coupons to express your secret, suburban self." Prepared by Vice President John Bergin of Manhattan's Batten, Barton, Durstine & Osborn, and illustrated by New Yorker Cartoonist Charles Saxon, the coupons joked about everything from Early American furniture to the late-commuting American male, appealed to the strong self-improvement drive of housewives, neatly parodied some of Mrs. Suburbia's best-known clichès. Samples: "Seldom during the day do I talk to anyone over three feet tall. This little world I live in is no place for someone over 21. Since...