For 42 yules New Yorker Writer Frank Sullivan saluted friends and celebrities in a full-page poem, nutmegged with his gentle wit and redolent rhymes. The poem failed to appear last year; the sage of Saratoga Springs was too ill to write it. Then, last winter, Sullivan died at the age of 83. But this week's New Yorker does not leave the "season all unbarded and countless friends un-Christmas-carded." The humorist's former editor, noted Parodist Roger Angell, 56, has raised a toast in the master's distinctive style.
Determined that Sullivan's name-dropping needlepoint should go on,...
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