Word: gummed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Song for song, few of Tin Pan Alley's tunesmiths can match the havoc wrought by a gum-chewing Oklahoman named Jack Owens. He has an assist on a public nuisance of 1941 called The Hut-Sut Song, wrote Hi, Neighbor, a song which has become the nightly entering wedge of Pal Joey-type masters of ceremony the U.S. over. He composed for Red Skelton something called I Dood It, and in his own tenor voice has crooned the merits of orange drinks and frankfurters for singing commercials...
...resonance' and that the women would go for it. I've let it go ever since. That's the sex in my voice." He also has a cute routine: he comes down into his radio audience with a portable mike. First he parks his gum with someone in the front row and retrieves it at the end of the hour, which is good for big laughs both times. Then he perches coyly on ladies' laps to croon his songs. Afterwards he plants a kiss on the prettiest girl he can find. The effect is uproarious...
...Germany. You can't go around telling everybody that John Taber represents some people sitting around a cracker barrel in Oneida, N. Y., and perhaps not even them, and that he doesn't speak for everyone in America. There were too many irresponsible fools in Europe just serving to gum up the works. They appeared in print all over the place and they added nothing but confusion and bad feeling to the situation. And I don't mean criticism by the Moscow New Times, I mean by reasonable, intelligent papers like Combat and Le Monde in Paris...
...Throckmorton. The gum-chewing Daily News was fascinated with an ermined customer who puffed a fat cigar while she sipped a drink. Its picture of her was hastily identified as "A Mrs. Throckmorton (she's not in the Blue Book, by the way)." A day later it told more about her: she was not just any old Mrs. Throckmorton, but the Mrs. Cleon Throckmorton of Cape Cod and the nightclubs, who was "reliably reported to carry $4,000 in her handbag at all times-plus a gat in good working order. She . . . once appeared in a nightclub...
Robert Montgomery used his eyes for a camera in "Lady in the Lake," and started a new screen fad. In his latest work, he shifts emphasis to his mouth. The chance of a new craze developing is doubtful; but there are enough close-ups of gum-chewing, envelope-licking and other oral shennanigans to fascinate any dentist. The average fan may not be as overwhelmed, but by close observation he may discover whether Montgomery has his tongue in his cheek. The quality of his performance makes it seem likely...