Word: clown
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Person got capsule instruction on how to become a comedian or a successful author. The recipe for being a funnyman was supplied by Comic Garry Moore: "Almost every comedian starts out by being too small or too fat to be an athlete and, to compensate, he becomes the class clown." Kathleen Winsor, whose Forever Amber has sold 3,000,000 copies, sat primly on a white bearskin and explained that in putting together her opus she had spent 1,303 hours in reading, 1,380 hours in indexing, and 1,284 hours in writing. She also felt that, in writing...
...audience of 3,000 found it hard to believe that The Great Grock would ever give up the limelight and the sawdust, but the fact was that at 74, Europe's greatest clown was tired. As Adrian Wettach, the son of a Swiss watchmaker, he ran away from home at 14 to try his luck in greasepaint. For 60 years he played in circuses and music halls across the length and breadth of Europe and England. On a continent where clowns are universally rated as the top act in any circus, Grock was acclaimed as the greatest of them...
Wave upon wave of applause filled a circus tent in Hamburg last week as a preposterous, shambling clown, his baggy pants secured by a huge safety pin, his crudely gloved hands the essence of misplaced elegance, finished his turn. Friends and fans had come from as far away as Italy and England to see his act. They stood on their chairs, stomping and cheering. Long after the clown himself had shuffled off, wiping a tear from his dead-white face with a floppy sleeve, the cheers ran on, until at last a loudspeaker blared: "Please, ladies and gentlemen...
...traditional parade is scheduled to start at 7:30 or 8 p.m. Saturday, featuring the Princeton Band and an unidentifield clown called "Princeton Charlie," who reportedly will be lowered from a room into the crowd, attired in a reccoon coat and white bucks spouting off-color jokes...
...Find a Victim. Tooling along a California highway on the way to Sacramento, he saw "the ghastliest hitchhiker who ever thumbed me. He rose on his knees in the ditch. His eyes were black holes in his yellow face, his mouth a bright smear of red like a clown's painted grin." Archer got him to a motel, but when the fellow died at the hospital, Archer had no intention of calling it quits. Almost before Tony Aquista's body had cooled, the detective was poking into as sordid a mess as hardened mystery addicts could reasonably...