Word: costello
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Stylized Violence. Though these five Eyes have latched onto the classiest clientele scores of lesser peepers operate on IV. Hollywood sound stages, dominated until a few years ago by all sorts of B movies from gangster yarns to Abbott-and-Costello comedies, now harbor an endless succession of Private Eye productions (they are B pictures too, but nobody calls them that). Hollywood prop men account for more blank cartridges in a week than the L.A. police force can match with live bulletsin the line of duty in a year Everyone is getting into the act. At Warners, where TV production...
...hood worth knowing, was also friendly with the late Mayor Jimmy Walker (in Prohibition days, Pisano saw to it that the Tammany Hall wigwams were plentifully supplied with needled beer and hijacked hooch). But there were nasty rumors that Augie was a finger man. In 1957, he and Frank Costello had a couple of friendly drinks together at the Waldorf just eleven hours before a bullet parted Costello's thinning hair and almost put him permanently out of circulation. Five months later, Albert Anastasia was shot down in a barber's chair-just a few days after dining...
Oedipal Wreck. Ensuing events follow each other to confusion like derailed freight cars. They involve the sergeant's stepfather, a Senator who trades on his war wound and resembles McCarthy as played by Lou Costello, and his mother, a megalomaniac who maneuvers the Senator like a windup toy and makes an Oedipal wreck...
After an audit of his income taxes paid in the past twelve years, Actor William ("Bud") Abbott, 63, surviving half of the Abbott & Costello comedy team, was mowed down by revenooers. Conceding that his arrears total about $500,000, Taxpayer Abbott lamented that he is out of cash, his $125,000 ranch, his financial interest ($100,000) in old movies, his house (up for sale on Uncle Sam's orders) and friends. Said he of old acquaintances who forgot: "All my so-called pals suddenly don't know me any more-now that the booze has stopped flowing...
...waved casually, called "Hi, Van." The U.S.'s foremost space scientist waved back and went on to his office and its clutter of models-rockets, satellites, nose cones and other esoteric objects. "I'm here now; you can start paying me," he grinned at his secretary, Agnes Costello, and disappeared into his inner office to prepare for his regular 10:30 lecture...