Today Would Be Liberace’s Birthday-
“Mr Liberace…is the summit of sex, the pinnacle of masculine, feminine, and neuter…This deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling…scent-impregnated…giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing…heap of mother love…is the biggest sentimental vomit of all time”
Quote in Newsweek [not by Newsweek], 1959
Let’s Talk Teen-Agers…The Good Ones
“They tool up their cars with triple carburetors, blast off to the drag strip, eat fried broccoli [!] sandwiches, and drink Coke mixed with ginger ale. They like the lights low, the tempo hot, a real “bop beat” that lets the girls swing out and swirl their skirts. They cut their hair flattop or pony-tail style, wear leotards and button-down sports shirts, trade bobby pins and football letters when they’re going steady. It’s Zorch! It’s crazy! It’s teen-age life.”
Newsweek November 23, 1959
As a writer, Faulkner’s reputation is equally unique. His contemporary Ernest Hemingway has bared his chest and beard to the winds of four continents; and Scott Fitzgerald still symbolizes the twinkle of a generation allegedly lost at the business end of a champagne bottle. But William Faulkner has faithfully stayed up at the top of his literary tree in Oxford, confident of his fame, but never exploiting it, a courtly if rather ironic Southern gentleman who has left several generations of readers to wander through his writings, awed, interested, shocked, and not infrequently a little confused.
Newsweek August 2, 1954