Word: cooing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Brittle good intentions glare out from the bright pages of this year's children's books, but most are sad failures, lacking equally in anything resembling either joy or pain. Publishers are like elderly relatives who come to visit-they coo, they tweak too many cheeks. Worse than relatives, they also play up to parents by dropping names, and they charge high prices to do it: this year's list includes several books for very small children that cost upwards of $3, putting an unnaturally high price on a child's natural impulse for destruction...
...Pigeon That Took Rome lays a heap of small eggs that scramble surprisingly well. Coo-coo comedy is intended, and Pigeon gets off to a flying start as two G.I.s (Charlton Heston and Harry Guardino) sneak into Nazi-controlled Rome disguised as priests. Their mission: to spy on the Germans and send their reports out by carrier pigeon. Unfortunately, the priests meet a couple of broads (Elsa Martinelli and Gabriella Pallotta), and the pigeons meet with fowl play-they end up in a pot. Next day a sneaky schoolboy steals a fresh flock of pigeons from Gestapo headquarters...
Wherever a Dutchman turns these days, his gaze is apt to fall on a product of a vigorous giant known as A.K.U. (pronounced Ah-coo). For A.K.U. (short for Algemene Kunstzijde Unie, which means Amalgamated Rayon Union) produces half the nylon stockings sold in The Netherlands, as well as fibers used in half the nation's tires and seven out of ten pairs of men's slacks. Even the dikes that help keep The Netherlands above water are built with A.K.U. nylon sandbags...
...Notorious Landlady. "Oyme jus' the parlor mide," says Kim Novak in her best Berlitz cockney. "Are you a sleep-in maid?" asks arch Jack Lemmon, with his eyes doing the twist. "Coo, yew Yanks do kum raht aout wiv it, don't yew?" wuffles the new Eliza Doolittle. "Well, most of it, anyway," says Lemmon, a film comedian who knows how to throw away a line before it deserts...
...slatternly flutter of wings, the voice of hypocrite coo, the unspeakable filth-such are the marks of the city pigeon, that most evil and cunning of birds. Fully a generation ago, a sentient woman, the Sappho of her age, sounded the alarm: "Pigeons on the grass, alas!" Yet, despite this warning, the era of appeasement of these feathered spongers has continued...