Word: boye
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...fact that two men handled the rod may keep Schmidt from becoming the new recordholder. But the International Game Fish Association might make an exception. Louis Schmidt, injured as a boy in Baltimore, has only...
Last week, as much of the U.S. sweltered, people were humming a bouncy new jukebox favorite called Baby, It's Cold Outside. It was all about a girl who kept protesting that she had to go home and a boy who kept insisting that she stay. Outside, he warned, the snow was knee-deep. Queasy NBC first banned the lyrics as too racy, then decided they contained nothing provably prurient, and put the tune on the air. Baby hit the hit parade and began climbing...
When duo vocals really caught the public's fancy last year, Loesser polished up the lyrics and inserted Baby into the score of a picture, Neptune's Daughter (see CINEMA), that he was doing for MGM. Spotting it as a natural, record companies put their best boy-&-girl teams to recording it. First with the best: Dinah Shore and Buddy Clark (Columbia), Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer (Capitol). Mercury even got Frank and Lynn Loesser on wax. MGM, which peddles records as well as motion pictures, and originally had the inside track on Baby, was left...
Room 1O2L, a short walk down an immaculate corridor, is one of the most cheerful-seeming places in the hospital. Divided by stiff brown curtains into examination booths, it rings on Friday mornings with the voices of children. A little boy with a Tommy gun shoots sparks at a white-coated doctor, and a plump little girl cradles her doll. In a corner, a nurse in a starched white uniform peers through a microscope and makes a click-click sound with a small, sharp-voiced machine. She is counting in some child's blood the deadly white cells...
...Ages. Frost's first two books, A Boy's Witt and North of Boston, came out in England first; published soon after in the U.S., they had made him famous before his return in 1915. They were masterly first books; the poet's own obscurity had delayed them until he was almost 40, his early experience digested, his resolutions tempered, his vanity under control, his craft long practiced and well in hand. He had wrought and sweated to make himself intelligible, and had done it well enough by that time to know that the results would last...