Word: laughingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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There is probably no way to prove that the people who like J.B. are the same ones who read Time Magazine every week, laugh at all of Schlesinger's jokes, find themselves existentially challenged by Reverend But-trick's sermons, own stacks of Rodgers and Hammerstein records, and think James Gould Cozzens should have gotten the Nobel Prize, but one would like to believe it. If only all the forms of intellectual laziness and disinfected passion were some-how congruent, the Enemy would be more clearly defined, easier both to see and to grapple with. But, alas, what Dwight MacDonald...
...shaking hands. As photographers flashed away, Abbeville's Mayor Roy Theriot bounced forward to get his picture taken with Symington and Louisiana's own Senator Allen Ellender. "I'm going to pose with two Senators," cried Theriot. "One may be the next President." With a quick laugh, Symington turned to Ellender. "Congratulations, Allen," he said. Everybody within earshot laughed too, for Missouri's Symington was a long way from home and running for President for all he was worth, on his own special road to the White House...
...laughing," said lean, modest Gus Turbeville, 30, to his wife. An obscure University of Minnesota sociologist, Turbeville had just become the youngest U.S. liberal-arts college president. That was six years ago. Joanne Turbeville had something else to laugh about when she arrived at Northland College in remote Ashland, Wis. (pop. 10,000) on the shores of Lake Superior. Northland (enrollment: 175) was almost a ghost college...
Before a game, Schwartzwalder gives his team a mild tongue-lashing as a stimulant but avoids oldtime histrionics. "If Knute Rockne came into my locker room and gave one of his fight talks, the kids would laugh him right out of the place," he says. "You can't fool them. When I was a player, Greasy Neale tried to tell us three weeks running to go out and win the game for his dying mother. And there she was every game, sittin' up in the stands...
...world-a world in conspiracy to mock the prisoner's hopes and humble his humanity. The prison director's daughter, a kind of pre-Lolita of coquettish innocence, promises to lead him to freedom but never does; the jailers themselves stage an elaborate comedy only to laugh at his false hopes for escape. His past life emerges as a base and saddening farce-his bastard birth, his sluttish wife, his crippled, oafish children who are not really his. And always there is the maddening Alice-in-Wonderland logic by which it is not he who is victimized...