Word: foye
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Ford Startime (NBC, 9:30-11 p.m.). The first of a highly touted series of specials, The Wonderful World of Entertainment weighs in with Rosalind Russell, Maurice Chevalier, Polly Bergen, Eddy Foy Jr., Jack Paar, Kate Smith and Eddie Hodges...
Lieut. Joseph E. Guion, skipper of Kiowa, and Lieut, (j.g.) Raymond E. Foy, a Navy frogman, described the sight. Said Guion: "It looked like an extremely large shooting star, very white and blinking. It was a little sun falling down." Said Foy: "The light was a lot more intense than the moon. It was almost painful to look directly at it.'' The meteor flared through the sky, disappeared behind a cloud bank, blazed forth below. It slowed down, dimming its light and blooming two parachutes, dropped into the sea about five miles from Kiowa. This was what...
...months they had suspected that he was something more. "I've seen the act in vaudeville," said awed ex-Vaudevillian Charley Foy. "It's two guys on roller skates." Chimed in a breed-improver named Georgie Jessel: "His name isn't Sullivan at all. He's Silky Solomon. I knew him in Philadelphia...
Rumple (book by Irving Phillips; music and lyrics by Ernest G. Schweikert and Frank Reardon) has just one real asset: Eddie Foy. He has the twin gifts of perfect stage presence and quiet audience courtship, the jaunty, pinpointed song-and-dance-man skill of the vaudeville era. He knows every last little hop, skip and jump, and nudge, bop and scram; he is master of the soft shoe, the dead pan, the faraway smile. As Rumple, a newspaper-cartoon character in danger of extinction because his creator has lost the power to portray him, he fights for survival with tactics...
...even Foy, thrust as an invisible character into an all-too-visible musicomedy mess, can never move with the show; he can only draw attention away from it, like someone marching exuberantly out of step. The story, with its romantic snarls and journalistic crises, clumps its stubbornly senseless, monstrously long-winded way. It is a story that Foy can briefly brighten or interrupt, but never shorten or save...