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...audition as a comedienne at San Francisco's Purple On ion. She ran 89 weeks. Warm, friendly and modest about everything but her jokes, Mrs. Diller is one successful per former who finds it easy to believe what is happening to her. "The older I get, the funnier I get," she says. "Think what I'll save in not having my face lifted...
...these disgraces to Cro-Magnon man was stabled at the Gotham Hotel. "This canvas inspector finished several breakfasts one Sunday morning," Fowler tells in one of the book's funnier anecdotes, "and was trying to read the comic pages of the American. He had just about mastered the spelling of the hard word 'Wow!' in a Barney Google episode when the bells of nearby St. Patrick's began to ring...
These are funny things to read, and Sahl's effective voice and excellent timing made them funnier to hear. Yet much of the evening he was saying things that weren't intrinsically amusing, remarks which were carried along solely by the force of his personality. Now, this is not necessarily the sign of an inferior comedian; some of the best comedians of the modern era have gotten along brilliantly by saying dull things in a witty way. Yet one suspects that if Sahl had pulled out a few more of the stops, he could have come up with a much...
Anthony Powell, a novelist whom British Critic V.S. Pritchett has ranked with Evelyn Waugh, and whom Evelyn Waugh has ranked with Proust (though "more realistic and much funnier"), is almost totally neglected in the U.S. It is not that Powell is dull; he is indeed much funnier than Proust (though not, perhaps, to the French). It is not that his subject matter is so special as to be outside U.S. sympathy; by now, British upper and middle class life should be less exotic to the U.S. reader than Yoknapatawpha County or the gas-filled pads of Jack Kerouac...
...known beat bards (Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, Peter Orlovsky) in a "free improvisation" on a scene from an unproduced play by Jack (On the Road) Kerouac. The beatniks stumble around a pad on Manhattan's Lower East Side, giggle hysterically, wrestle, and mumble "poetry." Even so, Daisy is funnier than most sick jokes, and, considering the subject, it is going over big, particularly in college towns...