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Never Too Late, by Sumner Arthur Long, is a one-gag, all-night laugh show about a chagrined man of 60 who finds himself facing the unexpected onslaught of second fatherhood. As the father-to-be, Paul Ford is an excruciatingly funny anatomy of melancholy...
...legend eluded him, and he left the Tribune to pursue it on other publications, even venturing as far west as Philadelphia. In eight months there, as editor of the Evening Public Ledger (now defunct), he found nothing of value, he said, but an all-night delicatessen. He went back to the homestead in Lampasas County, Texas. There, on 300 acres renamed Black Sheep Retreat, he farmed, designed a pigsty, wrote many articles and more books. For a visitor, he scribbled a hasty creed: "Clean copy. Hard work. Better to know the truth than not. Avoid dullness. Young newspapermen...
...Broadway. His wife has just told him that in advanced middle age, he is about to enter second fatherhood. Ford trumpets his dismay: "When he gets out of college, I'll be going on 83-if he's smart." Never Too Late is a one-gag all-night laugh show. That it can be unflaggingly sustained is a marvel. Much is owed to a genius of slapstick farce, Director George Abbott. Abbott has willing and extremely winning helpers. As Ford's wife, constant listener, chief cook and sole housekeeper, Maureen O'Sullivan pedals from chore...
...with listeners that KEWB hopes to hook up with a sister station in Los Angeles to give Jackson the entire West for an audience. Comedian Mort Sahl, who has rigged up a special antenna in his backyard in Los Angeles in order to receive Jackson, calls him "the all-night psychiatrist." Make Love Now. Jackson stays in business because his audience finds the program engrossing and totally unpredictable, but he also does his best to dispense free comfort and wisdom to both callers and listeners. His deep, mature, soothing and mellifluous upper-class English voice sounds like Harold Macmillan giving...
Before spry old Busta went off to Montego Bay, where he drank champagne, danced the twist and played the banjo at an all-night post-independence bash, he made it clear that Jamaica will remain in the orbit of the free world. "We are pro-American," he said staunchly. But he ducked questions about possible trade and diplomatic relations with Cuba, only 90 miles to the north. Perhaps he had in mind an old Jamaican proverb: "No cuss alligator' long mout' till you cross riber...