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Friday, March 30, 2007  

Birth of a Nation

New England baseball fans who reveled in the glory days of Jim Lonborg and Tony C, and who can still sing from memory "Carl Yastrzemski, the Man We Call Yaz," will want to tune in at 8:30 tonight when NESN airs "Impossible to Forget," a documentary tribute to the Impossible Dream Red Sox of 1967.

The cable network plans throughout the coming season to run "Impossible Flashback" clips of highlights from that memorable season of 40 years ago. And on July 11, the day after the All-Star Game, NESN plans to broadcast in its entirety the Red Sox-Twins game from Sept. 30, 1967, which was a must-win game for Boston in its epic final series with Minnesota that year. The tape is billed as the oldest complete game broadcast in color in existence today, and hasn't been shown on television since its original airing.

The Irish Elk, for one, will have Gansett and VCR at the ready.

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The Nike Red Sox commercial from the 2004 World Series: Just Do It

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The Red Sox Nation website did a very interesting interview last year with Tim Gay, author of a biography of Tris Speaker, pictured above, one of the biggest stars of the Deadball Era and centerfielder in one of the greatest outfield combinations in history.

The interview touches on Speaker's Klan membership, on his part in the Protestant-Catholic tensions in the Red Sox clubhouse of the time, and on allegations of game-fixing in the World Series. Some excerpts:

RSN: Why do you think Speaker has become baseball’s forgotten superstar, even with Boston fans?

TG: There are, I believe, a lot of reasons. Part of it has to do with his prickly personality. When Speaker was in Boston from part of 1907 through to the spring of 1916, he was a tough customer and a fish-out-of-water. He was a Southern Protestant who wore his allegiance to the Confederate cause on his sleeve. He was in a town, to put it charitably, that was hostile to those ideas and to people with his background. The irony of it was that the working class of Boston just loved the way he played -- how he ran the bases and played centerfield. He, however, never reciprocated that feeling. He and Smoky Joe Wood developed a pretty tough attitude towards Boston, and he probably was not unhappy to leave.

RSN: Was the Protestant/Catholic rivalry that existed on the Red Sox during this period typical in baseball, or was it unique to the Sox?

TG: I think it was unique. I am sure that that kind of sectarian tension existed in every major American city at the time, but it was particularly pronounced in Boston because of the large number of Catholic Irish immigrants and how they had taken control of the city’s political machinery. In Honey Fitz, the mayor during the Sox great run in the teens, there was an Irish Catholic who metaphorically liked to bloody Brahmin noses. He was not shy about letting people know who was boss and did not hesitate to remind people of the political power that the immigrants held. So I think it was particularly tense in Boston and I think the Red Sox clubhouse did the community one better. “Rough” Carrigan never backed down from a fight and was the head of the KC (Knights of Columbus) faction. Duffy Lewis was another KC and also one never to take any guff. On the other side of the aisle, heading up the Masons were Speaker and Wood who also never backed down. In 1911, Speaker and Carrigan were in the clubhouse brawl to end all clubhouse brawls, and their teammates just let them go. According to most accounts, Carrigan laid a beating on Speaker which was something, as Speaker was exceptional with his fists. It is, I believe, the only fight he ever lost.


Thursday, March 29, 2007  

Cad with a broken heart

George Sanders won an Oscar for his portrayal of waspish theater critic Addison De Witt in All About Eve; was married to not one but two of the Gabor sisters; and killed himself, according to the suicide note he left behind, out of boredom.

His acolyte Mr Seal will appreciate this profile from the Salon archives, and especially this sound clip from the album "The George Sanders Touch: Songs for the Lovely Lady."



If it quacks like a Republican

This site is tops in a Google search for:

Don't blame me I voted for Muffy bumper stickers

My wife says this is how I keep ending up on all those mailing lists.

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Yes! Someone else who rejects the backwards Red State-Blue State color scheme!

James Armstrong argues at Republicans are Blue:

Red is the color of every left-wing, socialist, communist movement of the last two centuries and has nothing to do with the Republican party! A pox on those who accept this case of mistaken identity!

I've made the case myself for getting the colors right. (See Tuesday, November 12, 2002)

The Wikipedia entry on red states and blue states notes:

The choice of colors in this divide is counter-intuitive to many international observers, as throughout the world red is commonly the designated color for parties representing labor and/or liberal interests, which in the United States would be more closely correlated with the Democratic Party. Similarly, blue is used in these countries to depict conservative parties which in the case of the United States would be a color more suitable for the Republicans. For example, in Canada party colors are deeply ingrained and historic and have been unchanged during the Twentieth Century. The Liberal Party of Canada has long used red and the Conservative Party of Canada has long used blue, and in fact the phrases Liberal red and Tory blue are a part of the national lexicon, as is Red Tory, denoting Conservative members who are social moderates. Similarly, the symbol of Britain's Labour Party is a red rose (and the socialist song 'The Red Flag' is still sung at party conferences), while the British Conservatives are traditionally associated with the color blue…

In the 1880s, the color scheme was the opposite of the current one. In 1888, a Chicago publisher released a 'Red Hot Democratic' and a 'True Blue Republican' song book in preparation for the upcoming election.

Know an ardent "Blue Stater"? Give 'em one of these.


Monday, March 26, 2007  

On to the Frozen Four

BC, nation's hottest team, advances.

Maine, Michigan State and North Dakota do, too.


US College Hockey Online


Inside College Hockey


Saturday, March 24, 2007  

Blogging History -- From the Right

Ralph Luker at Cliopatria has compiled a list of history-minded blogs on the conservative side of the spectrum. (He has been kind enough to include this site, which is much appreciated.) Some of his suggested blogs look interesting indeed. Tolle, legge!



Cute Knut

The baby polar bear is the Daisuke Matsuzaka of the Berlin Zoo.

Some animal rights activists say the cub should be killed. Because the cub, rejected by his mother, has been raised on a bottle, he will develop a complex and won't grow up to be a "real" polar bear, argue those who want to put him down for his own good. But the Berlin Zoo has pledged no harm will come to Knut.



Six Degrees of Pope Benedict &c

The York Daily Record reinterprets the famous Kevin Bacon parlor game to connect a Spring Garden Township, Pa., accountant with the Pontiff.

Can you connect yourself to the pope in six people or less?

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The March 24 edition of The Spectator carries an interesting essay, "The Pope's anti-liberal revolution."

Writer Piers Paul Read describes BXVI's recently-published Apostolic Exhortation on the Eucharist as a "theological tour de force":

Sacramentum Caritatis opens with a lucid exposition of the Catholic belief on the Eucharist. The priest’s words of consecration during the Mass turn bread and wine into the body and blood of Christ - a transformation Pope Benedict describes as ‘a sort of “nuclear fission” which penetrates to the heart of all being, a change meant to set off a process which transforms reality, a process leading ultimately to the transfiguration of the entire world’.

This belief, with its connotations of cannibalism and human sacrifice, has always been hard to take. Even in Christ’s lifetime, many of his disciples, according to Saint John, regarded the idea as ‘intolerable ...and stopped going with him’. It was a defining bone of contention between Catholics at the time of the Reformation. Luther downgraded the change from transubstantiation (the bread and wine become the flesh and blood of Christ) to consubstantiation (bread and wine remain bread and wine but co-exist with the flesh and blood of Christ), and Calvin disbelieved it altogether.

Thus the first of the threefold challenges posed by the Eucharist, Pope Benedict writes, is belief in this mystery of faith. The second is to celebrate the sacrament with the dignity and beauty it merits: ‘everything related to the Eucharist should be marked by beauty’. And finally, the Eucharist must be an inspiration to those who partake in it to a commitment to the betterment of mankind.

Read the piece soon before the article disappears into the paid archives.

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The pope has been warned of a green Antichrist, who will be “a pacifist, ecologist and ecumenist."

In the Spectator, Read writes:

At the retreat preached before the Pope and top Vatican officials shortly before the publication of Sacramentum Caritatis, Cardinal Biffi, the former Archbishop of Bologna, repeated the apocalyptic prophecies of the Russian Orthodox theologian Vladimir Sergeevich Soloviev at the end of the 19th century. When the Antichrist appears, he warned, it would be as a pacifist, ecologist and ecumenist promoting the shared ethical values of all the world’s religions at the expense of the person and sacrifice of Christ.

The impulse is to scoff. But Earth Worship indeed has become all the thing in the trendier precincts. Consider the pretentious hybrid-limousine-liberals Charles Krauthammer skewers for literally trading in ecological indulgences.

Or consider the earnest green Manhattanites who are so committed to mortifying themselves to leave "no impact" on the earth that they have given up toilet paper and elevators.

The dishwasher is off, along with the microwave, the coffee machine and the food processor. Planes, trains, automobiles and that elevator are out, but the family is still doing laundry in the washing machines in the basement of the building. (Consider the ramifications of no-elevator living in a vertical city: one day recently, when Frankie the dog had digestive problems, Mr. Beavan, who takes Isabella to day care - six flights of stairs in a building six blocks away - and writes at the Writers Room on Astor Place - 12 flights of stairs, also six blocks away - estimated that by nightfall he had climbed 115 flights of stairs.) And they have not had the heart to take away the vacuum from their cleaning lady, who comes weekly (this week they took away her paper towels).

They are fastidious in their efforts to "tread lightly on the planet," yet they relegate their toddler daughter to daycare while Dad goes off to his Writers Room; giving up the Fifth Avenue high rise with the cleaning lady to live someplace where one of them might stay home and give as close attention to their growing child as to worm-composting, might be one sacrifice too many.

Granted I am no one's idea of an earthy-crunchy, yet I am sympathetic to the agrarian or distributist ideal of living in harmony with one's surroundings and with Creation, and what these showy Earth-worshipers are doing doesn't seem to be it. Their intentions may be well-meaning, but their priorities seem quite skewed.

"What do you think the Devil is going to look like if he's around?" Albert Brooks' character says in Broadcast News.

"Nobody is going to be taken in if he has a long, red, pointy tail. No. I'm semi-serious here. He will look attractive and he will be nice and helpful and he will get a job where he influences a great God-fearing nation and he will never do an evil thing... he will just bit by little bit lower standards where they are important. Just coax along flash over substance."

Who's to say he won't be Green?



What's Important at the End of the Day

A Waugh vignette inspires this site to lift its ban on mentioning Dorothy Day:

Wrote Waugh in a letter home: "To the slums to see Dorothy Day, an autocratic ascetic who wants us all to be poor, and her young men who are poor already and have a paper called The Catholic Worker." Waugh wanted to take the simple-living Worker volunteers to lunch at Le Chambord, which, he told Laura, was the "best restaurant in the world."

Day demurred. So "I gave a great party of them luncheon in an Italian restaurant in the district & Mrs. Day didn't at all approve of their having cocktails or wine but they had them and we talked till four o'clock."

Day's version is that she received a telegram from Life magazine at the Catholic Worker house on Mott Street with a request to meet Waugh at the Chambord that week. Jack English, a Catholic Worker member, laughed heartily at this, she wrote, and told her: "People like the Duke and Duchess of Windsor eat there. The place is famous for its wines. If you go there Life might very well carry a picture of the breadline next to one of you and Evelyn Waugh feasting, with the caption 'No soup for her.'"

Said Day, "We would impute no such malice to Life magazine, but Jack's devilish imagination had painted a picture that caused me concern. Out of politeness I telegraphed hastily: 'Forgive my class consciousness but the Chambord appalls me as Mott Street does you.'"

The crack about Mott Street "evoked an immediate response from Mr. Waugh, who telephoned personally. He would meet me anywhere I suggested. So he came first to Mott Street, and then we went on to an Italian restaurant on Mulberry Street, where I am afraid the prices were way too high and the food not too good.

"But Mr. Waugh was kind," wrote Day, and said to her, "'It's the austerity regime in England. I just wanted a good meal, which was why I suggested the Chambord.'"

Day wrote that since that dinner "he sends us checks every now and then, always made out to 'Dorothy Day's Soup Kitchen.'" Mr. Waugh, she said, "does not recognize the anarchist-pacifist Catholic Worker as anything other than a movement that has to do with feeding people. And perhaps he is right. Food and the land, and the work which coordinates them, are indeed fundamental."

Waugh was
determined to overlook the anarchist-pacifist element in favor of the soup kitchen. In a postcard to Ammon Hennacy at the Catholic Worker he wrote: "Many thanks for your card. I shall explain that I am an old fashioned Tory without any sympathy for your political views. I greatly admire the corporal works of charity you do among the destitute of New York. E.W."

(Via Mr Seal)

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Dean Barnett on Elizabeth Edwards

Rob Long on the late Cathy Seipp


Friday, March 23, 2007  

"Down East Socialism"

Eben Robey went down to the Tremont Temple in Boston to hear Norman Thomas speak. When he come back he was out preachin’ socialism ‘cross the back fence to Enoch Turner.

“You know, Enoch,” Eben was sayin’, “under socialism everybody shares everythin’”.

“Is that so?”


“You mean to tell me, Eben, that if you had 2 fahms and I had none, you’d give me one of ‘em?”

“Ayup. Under socialism I’d give you one of ‘em.”

“And if you had 2 hay rigs?”

“Under socialism, if I had 2 hay rigs and you had none, I’d give you one of ‘em.”

“Well, Eben, suppose you had 2 hogs?”

“DAMN you, Enoch! You know I got 2 hogs.”

A classic from Bert & I.

(Via Squaring the Globe and the Penn Linguistics Dept.)


Thursday, March 22, 2007  

"The Elephant"

By Hilaire Belloc

When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and more
At such a
little tail behind,
LARGE a trunk before.

World Poetry Day* has passed, but anytime's fine for a little Belloc.

* An incline of the quill to Amy



Hot Towels at the Bus Station

Larry "Bud" Melman, RIP


Wednesday, March 21, 2007  

Bay Rum

Feeling feverish recently and in need of an invigorating splash of something or other I reached for the old bay rum. If you could distill the essence of those clove oranges you make for Christmas and put it in a bottle, this stuff would be the result. I've felt like a walking pomander.

In the locker room of the Union Boat Club they used to have wall dispensers brimming with bay rum, which you could splash from head to toe and comb through your hair and, I suppose, even gargle with if you were so inclined. If any of Mrs P's Boston young men had an aura of mulled rum punch even in mid-summer this might have been the cause.


Tuesday, March 20, 2007  

What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Hear, hear!

(Via Mystic Chords)

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Mr Smith clips:

Geo Bailey prefigured; Saunders as Clarence?

The stirring finale

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Jean Arthur, on-screen the picture of streetwise self-sufficience, off-screen suffered debilitating stage fright:

[Frank] Capra claimed she vomited before and after every scene, and hid crying in her dressing room between takes. When called for the next scene, she would drum up every sort of excuse for not being ready. 'And it wasn't an act,' [Capra] said. 'Those weren't butterflies in her stomach. They were wasps. But put that neurotic girl forcibly, but gently, in front of the camera and turn out the lights - and the whining mop would magically blossom into a warm, lovely, poised and confident actress.' Despite all this, Capra often said that of all the actresses he directed, she was his favorite."

Arthur was an intensely private person, once remarking on Hollywood "I hated the place - not the work, but the lack of privacy, those terrible prying fan magazine writers and all the surrounding exploitation." When asked if she would do an interview, she replied, "Quite frankly, I'd rather have my throat slit."

She got her start in the silents and was pushing 40 when she played Clarissa Saunders; later, in her 50s, she preceded Mary Martin playing Peter Pan on Broadway. But her chronic insecurities eventually brought her acting career to a close.

Here she is with Louise Brooks in The Canary Murder Case,1928.


Saturday, March 17, 2007  
Erin go Bragh

Buíon Cheoil Learphoil Céilí Band

An old Céilí band (1963)

A happy St Patrick's Day to one and all!


Wednesday, March 14, 2007  

Old Case

This is the way old Casey Stengel ran running his home run home to a Giant victory by a score of 5 to 4 in the first game of the World's Series of 1923.

This is the way old Casey Stengel ran, running his home run home when two were out in the ninth inning and the score was tied and the ball was bounding inside the Yankee yard.

This is the way—His mouth wide open.

His warped old legs bending beneath him at every stride.

His arms flying back and forth like those of a man swimming with a crawl stroke.

His flanks heaving, his breath whistling, his head far back . . .

The warped old legs, twisted and bent by many a year of baseball campaigning, just barely held out under Casey Stengel until he reached the plate running his home run home.

—Damon Runyon in the New York American, Oct. 11, 1923; cited in "That Fella," Time Magazine, Oct. 3, 1955.

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Shades, Brooklyn, c.1915

Sliding home, 1923 Series

Rhubarb, Baltimore, 1960

Casey of the Mets, 1962

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Even in repose, the face was thought-provoking. People admired it in the same way they would a well-traveled trunk or a piece of distressed furniture...Jimmy Cannon wrote, "The old man has the face of an eagle who has flown into sleet storms. The lines in Casey Stengel's face are gullies. The left eye winks in the hook-nosed face as he discusses baseball, like a ferocious old bird sitting on the top branch of the highest tree in the world, watching all the ballgames ever played going on beneath him at the same time."

Only when Stengel spoke was the image completed...Sportswriter Jim Murray wrote, "Casey Stengel is a white American male with a speech pattern that ranges somewhere between the sounds a porpoise makes underwater and an Abyssinian rug merchant chant." Another, on first meeting with the manager, exclaimed, "My God, he talks the way James Joyce writes!"...Stengel was both an autodidactic baseball historian and Zelig-like witness to history, and he liked to illustrate a point with examples from the past. There is an oft-repeated story wherein a reporter goes looking for Stengel to find out who the next day's starting pitcher is. The reporter is gone for several hours. When he finally returns, one of his colleagues asks him, "Did Casey tell you who's going to pitch tomorrow?" "No," the beleaguered reporter replies. "He started to, but he got to talking about McGraw and the time he managed in Toledo and the Pacific Coast League and God knows what else. I think tomorrow's pitcher is Christy Mathewson."

From Forging Genius: The Making of Casey Stengel, by Steven Goldman


Sunday, March 11, 2007  

City Lights

James Agee on Chaplin:

Of all comedians he worked most deeply and most shrewdly within a realization of what a human being is, and is up against...

At the end of
City Lights the blind girl who has regained her sight, thanks to the Tramp, sees him for the first time. She has imagined and anticipated him as princely, to say the least; and it has never seriously occurred to him that he is inadequate. She recognizes who he must be by his shy, confident, shining joy as he comes silently toward her. And he recognizes himself, for the first time, through the terrible changes in her face. The camera just exchanges a few quiet close-ups of the emotions which shift and intensify in each face. It is enough to shrivel the heart to see, and it is the greatest piece of acting and the highest moment in movies.


Saturday, March 10, 2007  

Louis Jordan: "Saturday Night Fish Fry"

Tonight, Central Mass. public radio station WICN (90.5 FM) airs the Saturday Night Fish Fry, a show devoted to jump blues and boogie that has plenty of Louis Jordan on the playlist. If you're at your computer this evening, and in the mood for such classics as "What's the Use of Getting Sober (If You're Gonna Get Drunk Again)," you can listen online between 7 and 11.


Friday, March 09, 2007  

Ring a Ding Friday

Laraine and Leo invite you to start the weekend early at the Peter Lawford Beach House Online.

No need for a trip to Malibu to get the Peter Lawford's beach house atmosphere, Old Dominion Tory notes.

Just shut the curtains to block any sight of the wintry scene outside; put some Stan Getz, Gerry Mulligan, or Dave Brubeck on the hi-fi; and mix a large martini.

Make that a Flame of Love Martini.

[Pepe] Ruiz, legendary bartender at Chasen's in Beverly Hills (with an assist from Dean Martin) invented this hot concoction in the 1960s.

The method: "Swirl a few drops of La Ina sherry in a chilled stem glass and pour it out. Squeeze a strip of orange peel into the glass and flambé it with a match. Throw away the peel. Fill glass with ice to chill again, then throw that out. Add vodka. Flambé another orange peel around the rim. Discard second burnt peel. Stir gently. Drink."

At a party at Chasen's, Sinatra once had Pepe make 65 Flames for his friends.

Pepe: "Frank, why do you do this to me?"

Frank: "I want to see if you can do it without burning down this joint."

As for me, I'll have a Nelson's Blood.

And now, in our Tanganyika Lounge:

The Nairobi Trio: "Solfeggio"

Dean Martin: "Ain't That a Kick in the Head"

Lulu & McFly (Duet Impossible): "Shout"


Thursday, March 08, 2007  

Mr Humphries: RIP



"What fiend put pineapple juice in my pineapple juice?"

Sheila O'Malley quotes Groucho Marx on WC Fields:

I knew [W.C.] Fields well. He used to sit in the bushes in front of his house with a BB gun and shoot at people. Today he'd probably be arrested. He invited me over to his house. He had a girlfriend there. I think her name was Carlotta Monti. Car-lot-ta MON-ti! That's the kind of a name a girl of Fields would have. He had a ladder leading up to his attic. Without exaggeration, there was $50,000 in liquor up there. Crated up like a wharf. I'm standing there and Fields is standing there, and nobody says anything. The silence is oppressive. Finally he speaks: "This will carry me 25 years."

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Someone has spiked the cocoanut milk in this clip from Tales of Manhattan in which Fields' Mr Postlewhistle lectures on the evils of liquid Saturnalia. The scene might have been taken whole from Mr Seal & Co.'s recent sojourn in Gotham. (With subtitles!)

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The title quote at top was attributed to Fields after someone on the set doctored the martini-filled thermos he referred to as his "pineapple juice."

More WC Fields quotes:

"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then give up. No use being a damned fool about it."

"Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite, and furthermore always carry a small snake."

"Once ... in the wilds of Afghanistan, I lost my corkscrew, and we were forced to live on nothing but food and water for days."

"What a gorgeous day. What effulgent sunshine. It was a day of this sort the McGillicuddy brothers murdered their mother with an axe."

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A Library of Congress vaudeville exhibition featuring Fields.

A WC Fields lexicon.

Some WC Fields screenwriting pseudonyms:

Charles Bogle * Otis Criblecoblis * Mahatma Kane Jeeves


Wednesday, March 07, 2007  

Big hitter, the Lama. Long.

Carl Spackler recalls being a looper for the 12th Son of the Lama.

Gunga la gungala to the Red Chinese.


Tuesday, March 06, 2007  

All Hail the Dalai Lama!

Well, that should get me blocked in China.

If not, time to dust off the Madame Chiang Kai-Shek tribute.



You make everything groovy

From the wayback machine:

A 1967 parody of Bobby Kennedy singing "Wild Thing."

You moove me. Yes. Teddy on the ocarina, let's go!


Monday, March 05, 2007  

Louis Jordan: "Caldonia"



They make that sound like a bad thing.

Steve M may pay Lip service to the casting.


Friday, March 02, 2007  

Admiral's quarters

Admiral Byrd's old townhouse on Beacon Hill is the subject of an interesting feature in the Globe.

The first and second floors of the building at 9 Brimmer St. have been placed on the market for $2.295 million.

The townhouse looks much the same today as when the Arctic explorer was photographed there in 1927 with his dog, Igloo.

Most important was his dog, Igloo, a wire fox terrier who accompanied Byrd on his first explorations and was always at his side. Byrd was so devoted to him that Igloo's burial in 1931, at an animal cemetery in Dedham, was delayed for nearly two months until the admiral could return from a lecture tour.

The funeral was widely covered in news accounts at the time, and in one Byrd describes Igloo as "fearless," who "got the idea he could lick" any dog in the polar mush team. However, Igloo "didn't care" for whales when they "poked their heads above the ice." The dog, he said, "stayed back a little way barking."

Local legend has it that he also kept a penguin, a souvenir from one of his adventures, in the upstairs bathtub.


Thursday, March 01, 2007  

Hey, kid! Off that mailbox!

Posted for Mrs P's amusement, from a photo gallery of Chas & Camilla in the Gulf



Liberal persuasion

Arthur Schlesinger, RIP:

NY Times * Washington Post * Ben Bradlee

At Cliopatria, Ralph Luker comments:

Wasn't Schlesinger the very embodiment of the "court historian" -- hungering to be near the centers of power and willing to be their spokesperson, as needed? It seems to me that he's of no help to us at all when it comes to issues like executive power, because he was all for its expansion when the executive was one he favored and who favored him and he was all hyper-critical of it when the executive was one he opposed and who didn't favor him.

Alan Allport adds:

Doesn't Schlesinger's career represent exactly why scholarship and public service aren't a good mixture? Correct me if I'm wrong, but surely the only role he played at Camelot was as an elegant but ultimately ephemeral piece of the decor (and later its house apologist).

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Martin Peretz has sold his interest in The New Republic.

When the media critic from The Nation says good riddance, the Hatemongers weigh in.

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Callimachus writes: We're all liberals now.


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