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Born Funny. More than any other TV comic, Hackett plays himself; he rarely gimmicks up an act or trades insults with his audience. In his first show, he seemed neither as bumptious as Jackie Gleason nor as carbolic as Steve Allen. His formula for success, if any, seems to be the unconscious ability to run into the ground the trivia of ordinary life...
Seeking the G.O.P. nomination for an unprecedented third term as governor, Utah's bumptious J. Bracken Lee was unexpectedly-and unceremoniously-trounced in last week's bitter Republican primary. So weary were Utah's Republicans of Lee that they chose instead-by a vote of 62,294 to 54,282-a newcomer to politics, egg-bald George Dewey Clyde, 58, whose only political recommendation was that, as commissioner of the Utah Water and Power Board, he campaigned hard and successfully for passage of the popular Upper Colorado River bill (TIME, Feb. 12 et ante...
Newcomer Murray is a loud and bumptious Candide running open-armed to embrace a shiny new world. What he grabs is Marilyn Monroe, who has stopped off on her slow progress from the Ozarks to Hollywood to earn some carfare as a "chantoosie" in a third-rate nightclub. Murray quivers to his boot heels when Marilyn slithers onstage to sing That Old Black Magic in a nasal whine, while fluttering a bilious green scarf in a deadly parody of Hildegarde's continental airs and graces...
Died. John Bayard Taylor (Jack) Campbell, 76, bumptious, beak-nosed ex-managing editor of Hearst's Los Angeles Herald & Express (circ. 350,270); of cancer; in Los Angeles. A specialist in blood-red journalism, he began reporting in 1899 for the San Francisco Chronicle, once scooped Rival Reporter Jack London by fishing a murder victim's head out of the bay and having it photographed for Page One. He joined the Los Angeles Herald in 1911 as city editor, was managing editor of the merged Herald & Express from 1933 until his retirement...
...life pronounces its ultimate comment and blessing on life by indefatigably and irresistibly re-creating itself. While this is a philosophical "happy ending," it sounds suspiciously like a chaos of fecundity, something that scarcely bothered Shaw (or Wilson either, apparently) since the sage of Ayot St. Lawrence had a bumptious faith that the Life Force, as he called it, was busily breeding a race of pure, disembodied intellects or super-Shaws...