Word: girls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Rosie's amorous career began at 14 in tiny Niedermending, where she instantly became a military objective of the French troops who then occupied the airport. A few years later, Rosie moved on to Frankfurt and became a bar girl. Soon she had enough money to buy a modest Ford Taunus, then graduated to a red-upholstered Mercedes 190 SL. She would cruise up and down the Kaiserstrasse or park in front of the Frankfurter Hof, the city's swankest hotel. As a plump, well-tailored captain of industry approached, Rosie would appear to be having trouble with...
...into the sunset-and temporary bachelorhood-square-jawed Cinemactor Guy Madison reckoned he'd soon be back on the ranch with his bride of four years, sometime Starlet Sheila Connolly, and the three little Madisons. "There is no thought of divorce," said he. "I think when a girl has had three babies in rapid succession, it leaves her a little tired and depressed...
...great American art of the striptease." The crowd rolled in at six bits a head. "Shake it, gal!" they yelled, happily ignorant that Dancer Anita Lopez was a bewigged male. On down the back end (the sideshows) of the carny, they plunked their dimes down for Jennie Thurman, "The Girl in the Iron Lung." (Healthy Jennie, 17, "did have a touch of polio" once when she was a little girl, insists her father, foreman at the Ferris wheel...
...bloomers, and though Pauline burned blessed palm leaves in her trailer, the red ones were few and far between. A strip act might have pulled more of a crowd, but Pauline was against it. "We're Catholics, you see. I always tell people that ask where the girl show is that they should save their $1.50 and get their wives to take off their clothes and dance around nude at home." "Aw," answers Fair Secretary Irving Pratt, when the subject comes up, "my wife can't dance...
...Last Laugh. They laughed when he first sat down to play. Goren acutely recalls a day at McGill when a girl friend asked him if he played bridge. "I knew that girls play bridge in the afternoon," says Goren, "and I didn't see why I couldn't. I sat down to play and made a complete ass out of myself." Goren's girl laughed at him-and thin-skinned Charlie Goren, late of Philadelphia's slums, was no man to be laughed at. "It was like putting a knife through me," he says...