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...Pasadena, Calif., the deep pink from Evanston, Ill. Imagine that! Instant sisterhood. Evanston, who is in real estate and relaxes by playing the slots, says, "Have you got one of those rooms with the round bed and the mirror on the ceiling? Just out of curiosity, I asked the bellboy what it would cost me to get some company. He said, 'It's hard to get any kind of a sharp looker in here for less than $100. But you shouldn't have any trouble on your own.' So I checked out the craps tables. This...
...destiny did call. It called on the last play of the last quarter of the last game of 1981, when Bellboy quarterback Harlan Levine slipped into the end zone from 12 yards out. The six big ones in the big year...of the point...
...progress. In The Cure (1917), for example, he starts with a simple entrance, pushing a gouty man's wheel chair. Nothing very funny about that. But as the days wear on, that single chair be comes half a dozen of them, and Chaplin turns himself into a bellboy functioning as a policeman trying to straighten out the splendidly lunatic traffic jam they inevitably create. He then abandons this marvelous scene entirely to turn himself into a spiflicated patient entangling him self in a revolving door, a sequence that turns out to be even more brilliantly timed. Unknown Chaplin offers...
...first and easiest impression of Parker-both on records and in performance-is of a spoiler, full of challenge and low-slung, bemused carnality. "When the world is dead, I'm gonna make the bed/ With the hotel chambermaid ... Gonna shut the bellboy out tonight" runs one of his earlier odes to one-stop sex. Many of his best tunes, like Fool's Gold, portray quite another character entirely, a knight-errant on a lonely and probably hopeless quest for a shopworn Grail: "I'm a fool, so I'm told/ I get left...
Their coats were off, their vests open, their faces red, their voices emphatic. They were finishing a bottle of corrosive bootlegged whisky and imploring the bellboy, "Say, son, can you get us some more of this embalming fluid?" They were smoking large cigars and dropping ashes and stubs on the carpet. With windy guffaws they were telling stories. They were, in fact, males in a happy state of nature...