Word: delights
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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Approximately 25 times every day, faculty members and their friends order the specialty of the Faculty Club dining room, horse steak. This meat, frowned upon by most laymen, has been the delight of Quincy Street gourmets ever since it was first introduced at the Club over thirty years...
...Last Roundup. Although Boyd takes a human delight in making a fast buck, his attitude toward the licensed products which made him most of the $800,000 (before taxes) he earned this year is one of really Hoppy-like restraint. He has refused to license bubble gum, sharp-pointed tops, and nine out of ten of the other products on which he has been asked to put his name, and has insisted on reasonable prices and good quality before giving his blessing to manufacturers...
Tipped off that there was a judge in the balcony, she stopped and called out, "Say, judge, what does a judge do?" "He judges," said the judge, to everybody's delight. When she sang a sour note, obviously on purpose, she stopped and demanded: "What do you people expect? Lily Pons? Well, all you are getting is a chanteuse from Milwaukee...
...Broadway theater, a fabulous invalid that lingers on & on, was about to get another shot in the arm. Last week Playwright-Biographer Robert (Idiot's Delight; Roosevelt and Hopkins) Sherwood announced that he had accepted the chairmanship of a new Council of the Living Theater. The plan is to launch "a nationwide campaign of education ... to arouse in more people a keener appreciation and zest for the whole theatrical experience as opposed to the frantic and transient interest in hit shows alone...
Idiot's Delight. The triple-headed chauffeur (a creature with strains of Martian blood) who transported Li'l Abner from Earth to El Passionato in a flying saucer furnished Capp with a straight man for some fine Panglossian dialectic. After taking a certain amount of triple-headed needling, Li'l Abner cries: "Yo' claims us earth-folks is in th' Idiot Era. Wal-ef we is sech IDIOTS, HOW could we whomp up [pointing earthward] a factory like THET...