Word: coyness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Besides Studio One (sponsored by Westinghouse), Miner also produces for CBS-TV The Goldbergs and a weekly children's show, Mr. I. Magination (Sun. 6:30 p.m.), which is a good deal better than its coy title. He sees TV as more closely related to the theater than to movies-"No film is as good as what we can do live on television." He is also confident that it will never descend to the low mental level of radio, because it can deal with adult problems, "and we don't get chichi or phony about them...
Bashed Heads. In a broadside of letters to the stations, with copies to local newspapers and the Federal Communications Commission in Washington, 49-year-old Mrs. Logan temperately asked for the substitution of "acceptable programs which would be suitable for family viewing and listening . . ." FCCommissioner Wayne Coy thanked Mrs. Logan for her report and called it a "good job." The Los Angeles stations had no comment, except for KNBH, which replied that her action would only call attention to the very things she disliked and thereby create further interest in them...
...restaurant sipping coffee (paid for by Bridges) and talking. "In the course of the conversation," said the witness, "Jones put the $64 question to Bridges. The question was: 'When are you going to join the party, Harry?' Bridges already had the application." Bridges acted "kind of coy" for a few minutes, Schomaker went on, but finally he signed up under the name of Harry Dorgan, using his mother's maiden name...
When that outburst failed to clear out the unashamed newsmen, the mayor warned that "either you get out of here this afternoon or I will." While he damned all the hullabaloo as an unreasonable invasion of his privacy, the newsmen thought the mayor's coy conduct a bit unreasonable also; his secret departure had been a sure way to bring the press tallyhoing after him. Said one reporter sourly: "We don't like this business any more than you do. I'd like to get out of here and take in a football game." At that...
...high chair at the head of the servants' table, determined to carry on a way of life that actually has ceased to exist. He is now "Mr. Raunce," butler-king of the castle; as he surveys the long table-the older servants mourning the dear departed, the housemaids coy and giggly-life takes on a new shape. "And the wicked shall flourish even as a green bay tree," cries the old housekeeper as Mr. Raunce, the notebooks snug in his pocket, rises to carve the fragrant joint...