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...Richard Nixon displayed a strange combination of obsession and guilelessness. Gerald Ford, of course, "made golf a contact sport." Reagan "once broke 100 and that's pretty good for a man on horseback." Hope saves his real affection for celebrities little known for their low handicaps, including Humphrey Bogart and Ruby Keeler. The wildest amateur: Babe Ruth. The smoothest: Joe Louis. Even nongolfers can enjoy the gossip, the jokes and some 100 black-and-white photographs of performers and politicians. Although Hope claims that his scores are now closer to his weight than his age, his follow-through has seldom...
...more reverent he feels, the more irreverent the throwaway lines: "Even the Christian God tactfully divides his roles into three, and Frank did his damnedest to divide himself into at least two, but he lacked the infinite capacity." It can all get a little like Woody Allen playing Humphrey Bogart playing St. Augustine...
...Wind sold a million copies in its first seven months. After the movie appeared, Rhett Butler was irreversibly Clark Gable. Scarlett O'Hara was Vivien Leigh. Mitchell's prose withered to the irrelevance of an architect's blueprint after the house is built. Dashiell Hammett created Sam Spade. Humphrey Bogart became Sam Spade. The idea of a character becomes imprisoned in the body of the incarnator, and even the creator cannot liberate the prisoner. The character has acquired features and hair and costume. But something valuable, the subjective suggestiveness that hangs around the edges of words and comes alive only...
SABRINA Audrey Hepburn is a love poem from head to toe. She's wooed by Humphrey Bogart and William Holden, right, neither of whom deserve her. But then, what...
...Soon America got to know Johnny -what did I say!? We to know his mannerisms: the wink, which could be mischievous or genially conspiratorial; the spasmodically shrugging shoulders, a la Bogart (one of Carson's favorite and most frequent guests, Don Rickles, said the other night, "I thought he was a football player and the pads were too high"); and the sharp, brittle laugh, which was less an expression of mirth than a cue to the audience that his current guest had passed the test. This ha-ha bark was humanized by proximity to the warmer, manly, practiced guffaw...