Word: booed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Boo & Chant. In Britain last week Bim and Bom (or B. & K.) doggedly labored at their act, even though their audiences were cool. At Oxford some 5,000 people, mostly students, broke police lines to crowd around them booing and chanting: "Poor old Joe, poor old Joe!" (to the tune of Stephen Foster's Old Black Joe). Bulganin stood up smiling and raising his arms like a boxer acknowledging applause, signed autographs and patted student cheeks. In New College quadrangle, students set off a huge firecracker which made B. & K. jump, led Bulganin to quip: "Are they making...
...curtain fell on the opening night of Arms and the Man, April 21, 1894, with the audience clapping and calling for the author, George Bernard Shaw stepped to the footlights to be greeted with one loud, clear "Boo!" Arching his Mephistophelian brows (as red in his 37th year as his beard), G.B.S. addressed himself to the lone dissenter: "My dear fellow, I quite agree with you; but what are we two against so many?" Shaw didn't know it at the time, but he had won himself a slightly pesky pen pal. Within the week, the booer, a brash...
...claim to do miracles") named Madame Avon; he could see clumsy girls competing in an amateur strip-tease contest or watch Seminoles wrestling alligators. Within the white walls of Miami Beach's Saxony Hotel the lazier man could maneuver round the clock from the Hulahut through the Bam-Boo-La Lounge, the Veranda Room, the Tropical Room, the Chuck Wagon ("All You Can Eat for Only $1.95"), Ye Noshery,- the Nite-Cap Lounge and the Pagoda Room...
This book shows skill and ingenuity in the business of saying "boo" to grownups, but sometimes the "boo" does not ring true. While horror may indeed lie below the asphalt of a city's streets, one does not enter that world-as does Bradbury's character in The Cistern-by way of an actual clanging manhole cover. Life may end as a pickled monstrosity in a jar of alcohol; with Bradbury, in The Jar, that end is only a beginning. There are 19 stories in this book, but the best of the lot is more rib-tickling than...
...wile is too corny or battle-worn for Lola as she romps about the stage to an insistent Latin rhythm, flinging caution and clothing to the winds. Stretched on a locker-room bench upstage, she sparks the onslaught with a try at the always reliable peek-a-boo technique. "Allo, Joe, it's meee-ee," she coos. A second later she is up and mincing forward as purposefully pigeon-toed as Betty Boop. Along the line two gloves and a skirt fly off; then, as suddenly sultry as the sirocco, Lola wheels to flaunt the angular arabesques of Theda...