English novelist William Golding tells with delight of the policewoman in a Wiltshire
town near his home who gave him a parking ticket the day after he won the 1983 Nobel Prize
in Literature. "Can't you read?" she demanded.
R.W. Apple, Jr., in New York Times.
A Universal executive dismissed both Clint Eastwood and Burt Reynolds at a meeting in
1959. To Burt Reynolds: "You have no talent." To Clint Eastwood: "You have
a chip on your tooth, your Adam's apple sticks out too far, and you talk too slow."
A United artists executive, dismissing the suggestion that Ronald Reagan be offered the
starring role in the movie, The Best Man in 1964: "Reagan doesn't have the
Christopher Cerf and Victor Navasky, The Experts Speak,
Title of a New York State legislative document: "Sixteenth Annual Report of the
Temporary Commission of Investigation of the State of New York.
The Washington Monthly.
Announcement in the weekly journal Planning: "We are sorry that the Planning
Directory has so far not appeared. This is because it is considerably bigger than
originally anticipated and is taking longer to print."
The Daily Telegraph, London.
In 1984 300 postal workers received their paychecks three days late--because their
original checks were lost in the mail.
In a daring escape from a Sydney, Australia, jail, a prisoner climbed underneath the
hood of a truck. At the trucks' next stop, he clambered out and found himself in the yard
of another prison four miles from the first.
United Press International.
Alistair Cooke writes, "Adlai Stevenson once told me about a curious experience he
had relative to Abraham Lincoln. It was 1952. Stevenson had just lost the election to
Eisenhower, and had been asked by outgoing President Harry Truman to spend the night at
the White House. He was put in the Lincoln Room. When he came to undress, he looked at the
bed, shuffled around it, staring in awe. But he could not bring himself to lie in it. He
bedded down on the sofa. I don't know if he was ever apprised of the irony: in Lincoln's
day the bed wasn't there; the sofa was."
Alistair Cooke, Six Men.