Word: fauntleroy
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Tower has taken to calling Krueger, who is 43, unmarried and the inheritor of a medium-sized family fortune, Little Lord Fauntleroy. Not to be outdone, a Krueger aide recently sent an article to newspaper editors all over the state which insinuates that Tower is a womanizer who likes his whiskey. The ploy so incensed Tower that he canceled four joint T.V. appearances with Krueger, claiming that his rival is "uninhibited by the truth." Last week Tower refused to shake hands with Krueger, who has yet to apologize for the mailing of the article. That's serious business...
...show!" Darla would heave amorously at the dynamism of the idea, and Alfalfa would get the lead as chief crooner. (Buckwheat, of course had to build scenery and sell tickets.) Eventually the rich kids down the street, unmitigatedly evil and oversized in their velvet Fauntleroy suits would come around to tear down the stage and abduct Darla. Like little well-dressed Huns they would attack until sandbagged by the faithful stagehand Buckwheat or popped in the eye by Captain Spanky. In these Depression allegories, the bullies always ended up running, torn and muddied, back to their monocled mamas while...
...blue suit with short pants, his long-sleeved shirt and long white socks, nine-year-old Enrico Tomasso looks like Little Lord Fauntleroy. When he picks up his trumpet, the youngster from Leeds, England, sounds like Louis Armstrong. What he plays is mostly Louis: When It's Sleepy Time Down South, When the Saints Go Marching In. And at the Manhattan nightclub where he has been appearing, customers respond with rare enthusiasm to his strong, clean horn tones. Just in case anyone misses the point, Enrico rolls his eyes occasionally like Satchmo and even pulls out a white handkerchief...
...true: he did keep his crew waiting three days on a beach until an angry-enough looking wave rolled in. They reveal his incompetence, however, more than his megalomania. Lean redid a month's shooting at $28,000 a day because Robert Mitchum's costume was "too little Lord Fauntleroy"-a point Mitchum had made before shooting began. And consider the product of all Lean's care. Its romanticism is so retarded as to give the heroine a white mare and her lover a black stallion, and then cut from the stallion neighing in the night to the mare listening...