re: #214 HappyWarrior

What stands out to me there is the hypothetical Jewish couple. Yikes.

I’ve found an OCR version:

The Gol4 Problem * * * By W. H. Von,Dreele It is Sunday evening in a New York apartment on Central Park West. The husband sunk ‘:ep into the foam of his TV chair, Jistens intently to a panel of sociologists brought together by uavid Susskind. His-^He lounges on an enormous crescent-shaped, gold-on-gold, French provincial Castro cot- vertible. She is doing her nails. S HE: Myron, talk to me about gold. He: (with irritation) Sylvia, I’m just n the middle wit! Faubus … She: Integration. I know. It’s with gold I’m fuzzy-wuzzy Talk to me. He: (gets up, turns volume down, speaks slowly as to child) You know what’s the gold standard? She: Like in “Inherit the Wind?” He: No. Like in Fort Knox. In Europe, they want pay ment in gold, now. It’s good business. The dollar … She: Myron, I think it’s Eichmann. He: Sylvia, Eichmann has nothing to do with it, but noth ing. It’s a balance problem. That’s why Eisenhower stoppef the Army dependents from … She: So now they’re breaking up families? < He: Sylvia, with governments, sentiment’s out. Now, Ei senhower tried to get the Germans to help by … She Don’t shout, Myron. Why should Adenauer say no’ Did we win or did we win? 1 mean, who won the war? He: Sylvia, it’s not who won. It’s a production prob lem … She: My hairdresser had Mrs. Wolf under the dryer yes terday and she just got back from Israel and she says tha 1 Eichmann’s … ^ He: Sylvia, Eichmann’s in jail! Now listen. Kennedy’) going to follow (he same tight money policies that … She: Jackie’s adorable! Selma says the same woman 01 73rd Street makes her dresses as makes Mitzi Gaynor, am that … He: (putting his hand on his stomach) Sylvia, I’m geltinj that cramp again. Is it gold you’re wanting or Sclma be cause … She: Selma voted for Nixon. He: I don’t believe it. She: Why should she lie? It’s Ihe father. Selma say! in 1936 … He: With Selma I couldn’t care less. Now if it’s gold- olherwise, shut up, Sylvia, please. The intermission’s just … She: That Eichmann’s smart. Sclma says Krupp and I. G Farben … He: So all right! She: Don’t shout, Myron. If you can’t discuss intelligently, go back lo the TV.