Word: bogen
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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That might have been all that Dartmouth would have scored had it not been for two interceptions early in the second quarter. Safety Willie Bogen moved in front of Harvard's Steve Harrison at the Crimson 30 to snare a pass from halfback Ray Hornblower and run it back 19 yards. Three plays later, Jim Chasey scored what proved to be the winning points on a one yard buck...
...market professionals expect that the gap will narrow a bit more, but few anticipate that stocks will yield more than bonds in the foreseeable future. The often-expressed notion that stocks should pay more income than bonds because they are riskier is scouted by New York University Economist Jules Bogen. Says he: "Stock yields should average lower than bond yields in the long run because only stocks offer the benefits of growth. The lines of stock and bond yields will cross only if the outlook for the economy becomes a lot darker than it is now and investors become afraid...
years have marshmellowed Jerome Weidman. His 1937 bestselling novel stingingly chronicled the rise of a Manhattan Garment District amoralist named Harry Bogen who was sharper than a Seventh Avenue lapel. In fashioning a musical from that book. Weidman has turned his whole-souled heel into a halfhearted villain, poured sentimental goo over the satire, and given Harry a last-scene redemptive delousing unmatched since the Hays office took in ethical cleansing...
...Harry Bogen (Elliott Gould) is a fox in a chicken coop. He breaks his fellow shipping clerks' strike, raids his former employer's staff to start his own dress firm, ditches his loyal girl friend for a platinum-pated actress, rooks his partners out of their life savings, and check-bounces the firm into bankruptcy to keep his sleek chick's wrists warm (with bracelets). But most of the time Harry is too homey to be unwholesome. He rushes home to Mama (Lillian Roth), counts on her for cooking, and sweeps her into an Oedipalsy song...
...comedy, Jewish dialect is in awkward transition, no longer funny and not yet English. Harold Rome's score is drab and his lyrics re semble either singing dialogue or nursery rhymes. Dancers are blown about the stage like vagrant autumn leaves, but Harold Lang and Sheree North (Bogen's folly) make a scorching sex rite out of What's In It for Me? As Miss Marmel-stein. a secretary with absolutely no sex appeal. Barbra Streisand trips the show into stray laughs. For the rest. Wholesale is as quiet as Seventh Avenue on Yom Kippur...