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...Cover) When the school bells rang this fall, they called more than 54 million young people - better than one-fourth of the U.S. population - to the pursuit of learning. This volcanic eruption of pupils -from the post-diaper toddlers and the blue-jeaned teen-agers to the bearded or button-down collegians - dramatizes a remarkable phenomenon in U.S. life...
...Eastman Kodak Co., casting about for an advertising slogan to sell its product, came up with "You press the button, we do the rest." The slogan worked and, with a little help from the corner druggist, cameras sold. George Eastman's success was a bitter pill for a 24-year-old photographer named Alfred Stieglitz Stieglitz was not selling a competing product; he was coveting recognition for photography, in particular, his photography, as art.
...pedigreed Greenville was at that party, and Hodding Carter, by anyone's estimation, was best in the show. Dressed in the dark suit, conservative tie, button-down shirt, and easy smile that every gentile Southern male puts on before breakfast and takes off in bed, Carter floated about, a bit taller than the others, laughing louder, slapping harder, and drinking faster. He could have pinched any skirt in the place (and did pinch a few). He danced tricky dance steps. He harmonized with the calypso band. Never looking, he plucked a bourbon-on-the-rocks from a silver tray...
...deserved five-minute standing ovation; the other half remained seated, paralyzed by the film's impact. Director Jan Kadar uses his camera as the eyes of Tono Britko to place the viewer inside the mind of the simple farmer who the Nazis make the "Aryan Manager" of a Jewish button shop in Czechoslovakia...
Parsley Nosegay. Another pet peeve of Villard's is the widely held picture of professional diplomats as a "striped: pants brigade of effete creatures." Instead of striped pants, today's diplomat wears three-button business suits. Instead of scintillating soirees, he attends paralyzing parties where his innards are assailed by "searing sauces and alcoholic depth bombs." Many is the career man, says Villard, who echoes the plaint of the late French diplomat Jules Henri after a ten-year tour in Washington: "I drank, God help my digestion, 35,000 cocktails in line of duty...