Word: yorkerized
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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More notable was the performance of the Chrysler New Yorker, driven by Alsbury's brother George, 21. It not only took second place in the overall run and first in the upper-medium-price class, but it showed the best performance of all cars in straight mileage. The New Yorker, eighth heaviest car in the race, averaged 21.0217 miles per gallon to beat out all cars in every class, including the smaller and lighter cars...
...CHRYSLERS with quickie retrimming job will be wheeled out this month to combat sales slump. Windsor, Saratoga and New Yorker models will have splashier trim all around, sweeping chrome strips along side and rear panels, plus mascara-like black paint around headlights for "space age effect...
...chorus, Joe will keep the doom-crying column's accent on tragedy. In leaving his brother with the gloomy mission, Stewart presented Joe last week with the original of a recent New Yorker cartoon showing two bearded zealots, one bearing a sign reading THE END OF THE WORLD is COMING! and saying earnestly to the other: "Have you noticed they're not laughing at us any more...
...Yorker Staffer Brooks writes a clear reportorial style, so coolly equable that at times it scarcely reaches the room temperature needed to sustain living characters. He reserves his warmest affection for the lore of "The Street" itself, from Trinity's spire to the pockmarks preserved in the side of the Morgan bank from the 1920 bombing. The Street may be mildly amused to hear that it is a psychosocial arena of U. v. non-U., and that to the combatants, gaining acceptance is more important than capital gains. As far as Wall Street knows, the real hassle going...
...Harvard community, Audience must offer something new. To sustain itself in undergraduate literature, it must seek undergraduate writers. The Charles-River-to-Brattle-Street axis may not be American literature's left Bank, but there are those of us who feel the cloistered years deserve something more than New Yorker apotheosis...