Word: yorkers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Charles de Gaulle once likened him to Mephistopheles. Françoise Giroud, editor in chief of L'Express, said that he was "as gracious as a cactus." The New Yorker's Genêt noted his "cold genius for integrity." Others have described him as an "instrument of precision," as being "passionately lucid," and as "totally lacking in ambition or vanity." Last week Hubert Beuve-Méry stepped down from the job that had made him the object of such attention, if not always affection. At 67-25 years to the day after he founded...
...were up to you and all the other goggle-eyed editors, sunblinded by the exuberance of those West Coast Amazons, it would be compulsory for all females between the ages of three and 30 to live in the Land of Sunny Liberation. As an individualistic New Yorker. T can firmly state that no suntanned, bleached-blonde athlete is going to make me follow in her stereotyped, sandy footprints...
...birth control on the ground that it encouraged lust. Nor are the feminists of the Pill generation particularly partisans of the sexual revolution. "In a way, the relaxation of sexual mores just makes a woman's life more difficult," contends Ellen Willis, rock music critic for The New Yorker and militant feminist. "If she is not cautious about sex, she is likely to get hurt; if she is too cautious, she will lose her man to more obliging women. Either way, her decision is based partly on fear and calculation, not on her spontaneous needs and desires...
...Fortune Cookies. Mencken's denudation of America's Sunday-go-to-meeting image was carried out with wit and a once admired prose style. Harold Ross of The New Yorker said that he was "the most enlightened man writing today." That praise now seems a shade inconsequential-as if a potentially great pianist had squandered his digital gifts as a pinball virtuoso. In truth, Mencken worked hard at his prose but had the autodidact's fatal fondness for the fancy word. As for the flowers of wit culled by Carl Bode, a professor of English...
Finally, it just got too cold to hang around any longer, and, feeling like a New Yorker narrator, we said goodbye to the cops and told them we'd be seeing them around...