Word: girls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...with an immensely rich, exceedingly harassed, many-times-married heiress. All about her Palm Beach house are nest-featherers and heiress-fleecers: aunts and doctors and private secretaries, former and future husbands. The heiress herself is usually up and about by midafternoon, a sort of party-girl Ophelia given to the champagne shakes. Then a visiting poet takes her for a day in the sunshine and bids her go away and find herself...
...least 10,000 people swarmed down Wisconsin Avenue. A young girl held up traffic by turning handsprings across the street. A sailor and his girl friend kissed on the sidewalk. A marine private shouldered a no-parking sign like a rifle and marched off. Car horns brayed; a band came out of a restaurant, and somebody organized a snake dance. Before the celebration broke up at 3:45 a.m., the police had arrested seven men-three for drunkenness, four for disorderly conduct. "Any Milwaukeean ought to be forgiven, because last night was a night to remember," said Judge Robert Hansen...
...Perry Como and Dinah Shore shows, the TV networks are taking a high shine to popular singers in jumbo productions. In fact, the TV season threatens to be, in the phrase of one critic, a case of "the bland leading the bland." TV's Pepsi-Cola girl, Polly Bergen, got mired down in embarrassingly labored exchanges with a shrill, scenery-chewing "panel" of other show folk, and only when she used her high but lilty voice did her seductive talents poke through. The Hit Parade was back (in stunning color for the 200,000 color-set owners), with...
...Royal Ballet can call on when it needs to. Margot Fonteyn's enchainement (linked movements) looked as poised and effortless as everybody expected; there was also some lithe, beautifully filigreed dancing by Rowena Jackson, Nadia Nerina, Svetlana Beriosova. Solitaire, a less panoplied affair, unfolded the story of a girl who does not belong, and tries to break into the games of "the insiders." Anya Linden, in the lead, expressed her loneliness in a series of crabbed progressions that contrasted harshly and movingly with the tossing gusto of the other dancers...
...phrased reading to such old standbys as Nice Work If You Can Get It and My Funny Valentine, and less familiar numbers, e.g., Guess Who I Saw Today? The voice is too anemic for the big, strutting talk, but just right for the languorous, blues-flavored chitchat of a girl who has been there before...