Word: boardwalkers
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...vast old movie palace sat on the Atlantic City boardwalk like an aging burlesque queen living on a Minsky pension. Fading nudes hung in the garish foyer; tired stars peeled off the blue-sky ceiling. The place was so big that a dusty curtain divided it in half, and on the working side there were still 1,310 seats. It was hardly the setting for an intimate, sophisticated new drama: Dear Liar, an adaptation by Actor Jerome Kilty of the famed letters between George Bernard Shaw and Victorian Actress Stella (Mrs. Patrick) Campbell. Nor was it precisely right...
...seaside resort. The body shows four stab wounds and unmistakable signs of torture. Chief Inspector Gently, Central Office, C.I.D., a Scotland Yard detective who unfortunately pops peppermints into his mouth during tense moments, gives the tale a tone of well-mannered British calm in spite of the neon-lighted boardwalk setting and a lurid cast of characters, which includes a prostitute, a couple of juvenile delinquents, a village idiot and a gang of international spies...
...union convention at Atlantic City came around, Reuther was ready to take on the Communist-line clique that controlled the U.A.W.'s president, R. J. Thomas. Day and night, hundreds of delegates argued and battled over the Communist issue; bloody brawls between the factions broke out on the boardwalk. When the vote came at last, the Communists and their followers lost; by the narrowest of margins, Walter Reuther beat R. J. Thomas for president of the U.A.W...
...Boardwalk (Sun. 8 p.m., ABC) is telecast from the Steel Pier at Atlantic City, and borrows its format from the Original Amateur Hour. Veteran Paul Whiteman serves as M.C., a panel of celebrities judges the performers, and each week some of the previous winners get a chance to show how much they have improved. Unlike the Amateur Hour, which runs 30 minutes, On the Boardwalk goes on for a full hour. It seems longer...
Last week Hurricane blew into Manhattan's Madison Square Garden to redeem himself. His mother had stopped nagging, he said. Like a good boy, Tommy had been trotting ten miles daily on the Rockaway Beach boardwalk. In Stillman's Gym he had been pushing sparring partners around as he polished up his wild assortment of slaps, jabs, backhanded cuffs and spectacular double uppercuts. He had bothered little with the big bag. "Phooey to that," said Hurricane. "I like to box with guys. A big bag can't punch back. I like to get hit. Then I fight...