In the last fifteen years or so, the women's novel has turned into the Amtrak of American literature; crashing through the gates a...t Aristotle, jumping the tracks at Horace, ignoring the flashing red lights at Boileau, and scooping up Alexander Pope in the cowcatcher. The rules are down and it's every stylist for herself in this best of all Tupperware parties, where plot and characterization have been replaced by the kind of non-stop chatter that enabled the French Foreign Legion to meet its enlistment quota for a hundred and fifty years. In the unlikely event that future scholars will bother to give our era a cultural tag, it will be called the Age of Women's Litter.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Christopher Cross: You shouldn't be alone in the street so late at night. Kitty March: I was coming home from work.... Christopher Cross: You work this late? Kitty March: Mmm, hmmm. Christopher Cross: What do you do? Kitty March: Guess. Christopher Cross: You're an actress. Kitty March: Oh, you are clever!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Resorts advertised for waitresses, specifying that they "must appear in short clothes or no engagement." Below a Gospel Guide colu...mn headed, "Where our Local Divines Will Hang Out Tomorrow," was an account of spirited gun play at the Bon Ton. In Jeff Winney's California Concert Hall, patrons "bucked the tiger" under the watchful eye of Kitty Crawhurst, popular "lady" gambler.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sunday morning may be cheery enough, with its extra cup of coffee and litter of Sunday newspapers, but there is always hanging ove...r it the ominous threat of 3 P.M., when the sun gets around to the back windows and life stops dead in its tracks.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now Kitty, let's consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a serious question, my dear, and you should not go on licking yo...ur paw like that--as if Dinah hadn't washed you this morning! You see, Kitty, it must have been either me or the Red King.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Like plowing, housework makes the ground ready for the germination of family life. The kids will not invite a teacher home if beer... cans litter the living room. The family isn't likely to have breakfast together if somebody didn't remember to buy eggs, milk, or muffins. Housework maintains an orderly setting in which family life can flourish.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O sinewy silver biplane, nudging the wind's withers! There, from Kill Devils Hill at Kitty Hawk... Two brothers in their twinship left the dune; Warping the gale, the Wright wind wrestlers veered Capeward, then blading the wind's flank, banked and spun.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The blacksmith dropped his hammer, the carpenter his plane, the mason his trowel, the farmer his sickle, the baker his loaf, and t...he tapster his bottle. All were off for the mines, some on horses, some on carts, and some on crutches, and one went in a litter.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Professor Bloom is a finished example of the new womanly man. His moral nature is simple and lovable. Many have found him a dear m...an, a dear person. He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense. He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court missionary of the Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Another report states that he was a very posthumous child. I appeal for clemency in the name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak. He is about to have a baby.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »