Word: frankes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...continues to ride quiet herd on legislatures that are yet to enact petitions. One of his aides has been visiting state capitals. State representatives have even received personal phone calls from the gravel-voiced Senator. During a recent debate over the petition in the Delaware legislature, Senate Majority Leader Frank Grier suddenly found himself called to the telephone. It was Dirksen, a total stranger. He told the startled legislator to "bear down" and get the votes necessary for passage...
Songs just popped into his head. Or so Frank Loesser liked to say. "Of course," he would concede, "your head has to be arranged to receive them. Some people's heads are arranged so that they keep getting colds. I keep getting songs." During a 35-year show-business career, Loesser caught songs by the hundreds and infected millions with his melodious malady. Originally a lyricist, he came into his own as a composer-writer with the rousing Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition and the poignant Spring Will Be a Little Late This Year, both World...
...jazz-all alien to the cultural traditions of his European-emigrant parents. His German father was an eminent New York piano teacher, his Czech mother a lecturer and translator of books. Brother Arthur was a well-known concert pianist, critic and teacher until his death last January. As for Frank, he lasted out the early days of the Depression on hustle and odd jobs, then began singing his own songs for his supper at an East Side night spot. That led to the Broadway revue, The Illustrators (1936), for which he wrote five songs. The show was a flop...
...others in the business. It was Loesser who refused Author-Director George Abbott's offer to write Pajama Game, instead pressured Abbott into giving two young writers named Jerry Ross and Richard Adler a chance. They made the most of it. Pajama Game (1954) was a smash. If Frank Loesser believed in his friends and proteges, he also believed in himself. And who could blame him if once in a while he serenaded himself with the song J. Pierrepont Finch sings to his mirror in How to Succeed...
...conversation came in balloons. As if when he slugged the opposition there would issue forth a thunderous THWACK! and SOCKO! In person, the seamed, leathery face seems an extension of his saddle. A handshake lets the visitor know how a baseball feels when it is swallowed by Frank Howard's glove. True, the unwigged forehead goes clear back to his crown, but the size-18 neck defies collars, and at 6 ft. 4 in. and 244 Ibs., Wayne remains gristly underneath the adipose. Even so, Wayne is a bit like Clark Kent waiting to change into Superman. The real...