Word: lardner
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...broke down and printed the first story about Ty Cobb. Long after his spectacular career was over, Cobb confessed to Rice that he wrote and sent all the messages himself. Once, when President Harding invited him to Washington to play golf, Rice brought along his pal Ring Lardner. The President, a little puzzled, asked why Long Islander Lardner was there. "I want to be appointed Ambassador to Greece," said Ring. "Why?" asked Harding. "My wife doesn't like Great Neck," Lardner said...
...Sinclair, the roster of hard drinkers among the illustrious he knew through letters or friends was even longer. Among those departed: "Stephen Crane, James Whitcomb Riley, Heywood Broun, Edgar Lee Masters, Edwin A. Robinson, Isadora Duncan, Thomas Wolfe, O. Henry, Ambrose Bierce, Scott Fitzgerald, Hart Crane, John Barrymore, Ring Lardner, Damon Runyon, Dylan Thomas." Concluded Sinclair: "After wasting a year trying to please publishers, I am making this appeal to the conscience of my country. [Who] will make this book available to those who want...
Midnight Man. Now, in the wild glare of series fame, fans discovered that Dusty was a ballplayer right out of a book: Ring Lardner's Busher, magnificently self-assured, not one bit abashed by the big leagues, thoroughly convinced that he and his big bat could win a World Series by themselves...
Cole Porter never wrote these lines, but he (almost) might have. They are a memorable lampoon by the late Ring Lardner of Minstrel Porter's most famous attack of heartburn. Readers-as distinct from listeners-now have an opportunity to judge the accuracy of Critic Lardner's aim. In a new book out this week, 103 Lyrics of Cole Porter (selected by Fred Lounsberry-Random House; $4.50) were clamped between hard covers without so much as an ocarina accompaniment. It is a rare tribute to a lyricist, but it is also a bit of a dirty trick...
...singer's tongue often falls flat on the printed page. Yet time and again the aging (61) pixy of the Waldorf Towers flashes out with a line of verse that might be Ogden Nash at his snippiest or T. S. Eliot at his youngest. In one respect, however, Lardner was clearly right. When Porter tries to be sentimental about love (which is perhaps half the time), his music may be convincing but his words sound as invincibly phony as Porfirio Rubirosa reading Emily Dickinson to a debutante...