Word: gingered
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...turned to spy biz, the impresario discovered that the dedicated Communists of the Soviet spy apparatus were snobs about money, names and culture. They were not impressed so much by the fact that Musician Morros had been Piatigorsky's first cello teacher as that he had once paid Ginger Rogers $75 a week, and that Bing Crosby and Bob Hope had jostled backstage for a job at Paramount. Also, incredible as it may seem, the Russians were grateful because he had turned down a flesh peddler's offer of Leon Trotsky as a Paramount stage attraction...
There were seventeen problems: money; passports; tetanus-typhoid-yellow fever shots; a Greek landlady bearing an expensive product (Snyde would say, Beware! I hated him); reservations on a plane carrying ginger ale to be served with Dramamine at Gander; German, French, Italian, and Spanish for the Swiss Alps; Greek for the return voyage...How else could we preserve the rapture of passion which comes when you eat pastry at the Patisserie Cafe Morceau beside the girl you love...
...Ginger Rap. In Pine Grove, Calif., a ward of the Youth Authority escaped from detention camp, left a note: "I got tired of this place and if you guys want me, you guys got to look for me at home, but please save my cookies until I come back...
...professional perfectionist. He and his troupe sweated through seven weeks of rehearsal. Every step was planned; every word was carefully timed. And the end result was the essence of relaxation. Titian-haired young (23) Barrie Chase, Fred's new partner, fitted into his new routines as easily as Ginger Rogers or Cyd Charisse ever fitted into the old. Jonah Jones, a beaming barrel of a man, demonstrated that a trumpet can almost talk, especially if it has Astaire's tireless feet to talk back. Fred, singing a medley of songs from past triumphs, nudged two generations of fans...
...Women was a dreary mistake; the miracle of Bernadette was a sugar-coated bomb. Even with French Clown Fernandel to help him, NBC's Bob Hope was merely routine; the mute, moving eloquence of Julie Harris in Johnny Belinda was all that was meaningful in a moldy melodrama. Ginger Rogers in her own special was fine when she danced, but she did not dance enough, giving way too often to bad comedy. It took the old newcomer Fred Astaire to remind the TV audience that-all too rarely-TV entertainment can be great...