Word: boor
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Marvel of Mobility. Stubborn addicts of the classic whodunit consider the TV Eye a boor. Some paperback browsers, still slavering over Mickey Spillane's sleuthing satyrs, consider him a sissy. But the TV Eye often has more taste than his critics. At his best, he is a healthy step backward toward the hardboiled heroes who swaggered onto the American scene in the novels of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler...
...years the work was profitable but depressingly anonymous. What finally got Backus better known was turning the lampshade boor into a radio character. Name: Hubert Updyke III, a hilarious snob who insisted that his ancestors landed at Cadillac Rock. Hubert bought cars by the gross, drove around with Guy Lombardo's Royal "Canoodians" instead of a radio, had a little man on the hood to work as a windshield wiper...
...question. Most college graduates seem to feel about college the way Louis Armstrong feels about rhythm: "Why man, if you gotta ask what it is, then you ain't got it." This kind of answer makes most people drop the topic, and classifies the persistent investigator as an ignorant boor. But for those who insist on some more telling argument for higher learning than mere manners, several kinds of answers are available...
...dozens of show albums for the major record companies. In addition, he has built a fine reputation as an interpreter of baroque music, which he claims to understand intuitively because of his experience in "living theater." Currently, he is planning an operetta based on Chekhov's The Boor, recording albums of Broadway overtures (for Columbia), Broadway ballets (for RCA Victor), writing an autobiographical survey of the U.S. musical scene. His breathless commuting between composing and conducting, Broadway and highbrow, has earned him, in some quarters, the affectionate handle of "the Poor Man's Lenny Bernstein." What makes Lehman...
...another rolled past my eyes. Etchika Choreau, the new Brigitte Bardot according to the American-made posters which touch up her rather disfiguring freckles, played the leading role with all the tender delicacy it deserved; a man whose name I could not read played the part of a collossal boor with collossal boorishness; and there were many lovelies who displayed their carefully concealed charms (a seeming paradox) with the poise and savior seduire which can come only from several year's experience in French export films...