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...gosh!" moaned Secretary of State Dean Acheson's tailor. "The Secretary has never selected a suit louder than a mild-toned plaid. He's very discriminating, and such a gentleman ... a perfect size 42." But the Custom Tailors' Guild found the Secretary guilty of "sometimes overdressing," replaced him on their list of ten best-dressed men with General Dwight D. Eisenhower. Other winners: Bandleader Sammy Kaye, Dance Instructor Arthur Murray, Paper Magnate Harry E. Gould, radio M.C. Ralph Edwards...
...Billy the Kid, the Hero, is swaggering down the main drag when he sees a callow youth having his troubles whittling out the inside of a wooden whistly. Billy tells him to hold out the whistle and then blasts a hole in it with his .45. Says the urchin, "Gosh, Billy, when...
...Kansas City. He had seen the Four Cohans and Eva Tanguay, he remembered. And he used to be an usher every Saturday afternoon at the Grand and see the shows free. "Where was the Grand?" a Kansas City Star reporter asked. Down at Seventh and Walnut, said Truman. "Gosh," said the reporter, "we'll have to put up a plaque there tomorrow...
...bulb-eyed ex-Cinemactress Joan Blondell's backstage ad-libbing. Producer Harold J. Kennedy, who had hired Miss Blondell for a week's stand in Happy Birthday at Princeton, N.J., said Joan used "vile and abusive language" to his cast. Joan admitted that she may have said "gosh" or "darn it." Mr. Kennedy said she threw a $40 silver hand mirror at either him or another member of the cast. Miss Blondell said it was not a mirror, it was a Kleenex and she wished it had been a brick. Princeton Police Chief Edward Mahan said...
...Gosh . . . Whew." After that, Belle's life really began. It was a life of European tours, of chats with kings and diplomats ("Ah, the grandeur I played around with"), and the formidable sight of old Pierpont eating his breakfast ("Gosh . . . whew! It was huge"). But mostly Belle's days were spent in her library, bustling in brocade along the corridors ("Where the hell's The City of God?"), rustling among the Rembrandt etchings or answering letters from scholars and collectors all over the world...