Word: gats
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Texas, of all places, that liberated Willie. One night after a bout of fraternity hazing at the University of Texas, "I got mad," he reports, "probably the maddest I had ever been in my whole life-at homesickness, at blond majorettes, at gat-toothed Dallas girls, at twangy accents, at my own helpless condition. I'm better than this sorry place, I said to myself several times, and be damned if I didn't believe...
...even more painless stratagem is to latch on to a mystery or thriller writer who is not yet widely known. Fleming and le Carré, of course, are old-gat. So are Britain's Len Deighton (The Ipcress File) and John Creasey (Death of an Assassin), whose books have been made into movies. Georges Simenon, the prolific French author whose Inspector Maigret has solved more than 60 book-length cases to date, has yet to win a mass following in the U.S., despite his fine ear for Gallic nuance and a geographer's eye for locale. One enterprising...
...elevator to his sparsely furnished fifth-floor office, unstraps his revolver, puts it into a desk drawer alongside a .357 Smith & Wesson Magnum. The Magnum has been there since last October, when Lodge received his umpteenth warning of a plot against his life. The ambassador regards the lethal little gat rather wryly. Says he: "I guess it wouldn't discourage a real mob for very long, but it packs all the authority you can put in a desk drawer...
...succeeds in heisting the show from Danny when in the last reel, Telly-on the Diners' Club-rents Avis Fords, gladiolus bouquets, peony-print bridesmaids' outfits, redheaded office girls, and messengers on bicycles to stage a gangland wedding getaway. Danny Kaye does not even have a git-gat-gittle patter song to reassure audiences that they are watching him and not Jerry Lewis. What's more he seems to know that there is something fishy about his getting caught in this eat-now-pay-later bouillabaisse...
Kaye's best are still his standards, the git-gat-gittle song like Minnie the Moocher and Ludwig von Shtickfritz; no one but the D'Oyly Carte's Martyn Green has ever pattered half so perfectly. Though he laces his act with impossible puns and games ("That's the way De Gaulle bounces," or "Under the spreading psychiatry"), nothing diminishes the pure delight of his tour in a thousand dialects through the world's locker rooms, or his Begin the Beguine as sung by a matinee idol who can do everything but carry a tune...