Word: yorkers
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Most elected officials maintain an image. New York City's Mayor Ed Koch flaunts a style: confident, snappish, moralistic and salty as a delicatessen waiter's banter. For better or worse, he has come to symbolize the world's one-dimensional view of a New Yorker: an abrasive pavement-pounder who is allergic to trees. Koch obliged this perception after taking over Gracie Mansion in 1977; he kept his small apartment in Greenwich Village as a weekend retreat. He was not being cute; those who have followed the mayor's career should now realize that...
...sees it: "I am an ordinary guy with special abilities. But I want the things that the average person wants. And so I do the things that the average New Yorker would do if he or she were the mayor...
...charming confluence of circumstances and skill that made him one of the most admired, imitated and influential writers of his time. After graduating from college, White took odd jobs in journalism, advertising and public relations. He was, in retrospect, simply waiting for Harold Ross to dream up The New Yorker. Nine weeks after the inaugural issue appeared in February 1925, the first of thousands of White contributions graced its pages. When he was invited to join the magazine's staff, his interviewer was Ross's assistant, Katharine Angell. She was seven years older than White, and a mother...
During the Depression, he bought a 40-acre farm in North Brooklin on the Maine sea-coast (where he lives to this day), and beat the first of several retreats from the tender trap of The New Yorker. A mystified Ross was heard to complain: "He just sails around in some God damn boat." During his sabbaticals White also compiled (with Katharine) the enormously successful A Subtreasury of American Humor; he revised and updated the yellowing strictures of one of his Cornell English professors into The Elements of Style, a tiny textbook that has sold in the millions; he wrote...
...have felt imprisoned by his ambition and pained by doubts about the limits of his power as a writer. In the letter he had written Katharine in 1929 just before his 30th birthday, he said that he wanted to be more than a successful New Yorker writer. Now, four years later, still hoping to produce a major work, he had in mind something he referred to as his 'magnum opus.' And in 1934 he seems to have made at least one concerted attempt to get it under way. In mid-January 1934 he went to Camden...