Word: bald-head
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...lurid, was harmless. (OK, except for comics like EC's "Vault of Horror," with its ripely illustrated cautionary tales of deceit and dismemberment.) And a third was, well, me: a kid who was as naive as he was curious. When Little Richard wailed, "I saw Uncle John with bald-head Sally/ He saw Aunt Mary comin' and he ducked back in the alley," I'm not sure I knew he was singing of an adulterous quickie; and if I did, I'm not sure I thought it had anything to do with my uneventful young life. I did know enough...
...tuneful score in her best My Heart Belongs to Daddy manner. She also carries the ball around the Hays office right end with a song about how she got her start, which permits her to repeat her strip tease that first lit the domes of Broadway's Bald-Head Row in 1938. Connie Boswell and Rochester (Eddie Anderson, Jack Benny's valet) run first-rate interference for her with a punchy song&-dance number called Sand in My Shoes...
...sang blindly for a rotten-toothed, dragglemaned lion that wants to smother the world with the weight of its years, to save itself from the cubs it has raised in the mines of the North and the mills of Manchester. But your duty is here, to lay the old Bald-Head quietly to rest, to deck its young with bright feathers and make strong their wings for flight. Mare Jaffe...
...twas no go. In an agony of exhaustion and chagrin, I gasped: "Why is that bald-head like centre-field in a ball-game?" "Because you hardly expect to see a foul(a) light there, though it's a magnificent place for flies...
...leaned further forward, close to the gleaming bald-head, and said in tones clear and distinct: "Isn't it about time for the curtain to rise, father?" . . . I have n't been to the theatre since. I don't enjoy it as much as some folks do. I don't think it's quite moral...