Word: gums
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Passers are useless without receivers, and Kanter's Closed club has some of the best extant, including Lowell Sachnoff, whose total of five touchdowns put him near the top of the House scoring race. Other top-notch wingmen are the calm, gum-chewing Myles Herter, shifty Hugh Moss, and Major Close, who specializes in outrunning safety men. As if these aren't enough, Closed College can also count on a pair of ace two-way ends, wiry Ken Herlihy and Tom Johnson, whom Kanter calls "a first-rate tackler...
...delicate gaze from different angles. Next we see Brando eating a tomato abstractedly while his wife tries to capture his attention, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his neck; then Brando clearing his place at the table by sweeping the plates to the floor. Always, Brando chewing gum, pushing his words out impulsively like a mouthful of marbles...
...Soon after the start of the picture the audience undergoes a number called "Betting on A Man"--a song that can only be described in terms of suffering. Its lyrics take the form of contrived baby talk, and Betty Grable spits them out as if they were wads of gum. The second unusual number comes when she is supposedly stricken with amnesia and reverts to her old profession of vaudeville acting. At this point the picture takes a turn for the better; she sings "It's a Hot Night in Alaska," a Dixieland piece and the show's best scene...
...Sweet Gum & Burnt Cork. On the Pacific Coast, nights had turned cold, and beachcombers gathered salt-crusted chunks of driftwood to add color to the flames of the winter's fireplaces. The salmon fisherman clumped along river banks for the fall run, and hunters, oiling their deer rifles, anxiously eyed the .forest fires that crackled in the summer-dry mountains. To the south, Los Angeles sweltered in 92° heat and awaited its first sight of a World Series by television...
...Texas river bottoms the sweet gum trees were tinged with yellow. At night, deer jumped the wire fences to nibble at the heavy-headed sorghum. The rivers ran low and clear, and yellow cats, black bass, carp and perch sailed lazily in their depths, too fat to bother with baited hooks. In northern Michigan, the bow & arrow boys, 18,000 strong, patiently honed their two-and three-bladed arrows, tentatively twanged their 5O-lb. bows, got out their brown-and-green camouflage suits, the grease paint and burnt cork for blacking their faces while stalking the wary deer...