Word: yorkers
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...KAHN, JR. '37 seems to peer through The New Yorker logo's snooty and nostalgic lorgnette at sooty skyscrapers. To Kahn, the late multimillionaire Jock Whitney "epitomized, in a world of increasing egalitarianism, the vanishing patrician. "The era of the robber barons, that period of freewheeling economic exploitation that made the Whitneys rich, is over, says Kahn--wistfully, it seems. Hamburger sales under gold plastic arches make tycoons now. The world is a Kroc...
...never find out just why James Shapiro is out there, a forlorn pedestrian on the road in the middle of Nebraska. But this lonely, displaced New Yorker has something to say about being alone, and the phenomenon of a man challenging himself, running for running's sake...
...ranchers in West Texas do not exactly like to talk about mesquite; to do so is a little like discussing roaches with a New Yorker. But in some ways, mesquite controls and defines the landscape. Because it exerts such exorbitant claims upon a starkly limited water supply, mesquite (in conspiracy with prickly pear, cedar and other heavy drinkers) dictates what will flourish and what will wither; it decides whether the cattle and sheep will have enough range grass to grow fat upon. Water and brush run certain segments of the West Texas economy in an almost embarrassingly thorough way. Sisyphus...
...McLean cut the price in half and increased coverage of local news. By 1905 the paper was the city's largest; by 1947, with 761,000 readers, it was the nation's biggest afternoon daily. Its slogan became widely known through advertisements in The New Yorker: "In Philadelphia nearly everybody reads The Bulletin. "In its news columns, the Bulletin was solid if unspectacular. Local affairs were covered extensively, but politely: muckraking was frowned upon. Critics gibed that only in Philadelphia would nearly everybody read the Bulletin. But the Bulletin's understated brand of journalism won Pulitzer Prizes...
...delightfully mad, and the reader is happy to inhale it by the cubic yard. But it comes flirtatiously close to novelizing, a practice Keillor claims in a funny preface to have forsworn after one grotesquely bad unpublishable failure. He writes short pieces, he says, in homage to The New Yorker's former great infield of James Thurber, A.J. Liebling, S.J. Perelman and E.B. White...