Word: guys
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...crimson gates of Her Majesty's Prison in Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, a balding little Englishman stood one day last week, blinking in the sudden sunlight. Guy Clutton-Brock, 53, had just been released after 27 days in jail. His wife Molly was 250 miles away in a Bulawayo mental hospital; she had suffered a breakdown following her husband's arrest for associating with African nationalists. Clutton-Brock is what he calls "a practical Christian," and his courageous version of practical Christianity, many African churchmen were saying last week, may be just what is needed to get the church...
...January, he had warned his government that unless it began giving the Congo democracy and some sort of independence, it would face "catastrophe" and lose the colony altogether. When he flew into Léopoldville last week, he got the kind of ugly welcome that France's Premier Guy Mollet once got in Algiers. Angry white settlers shut up their shops in protest, flew flags of mourning, chalked up slogans saying GO HOME, TRAITOR, and SNUL (Flemish for simpleton). Had the irate settlers had any suspicion what energetic little Maurice Van Hemelrijck was about to do. their slogans might...
...this time, the visual language of the basic western had been written. The Good Guy wore a white hat, the Bad Guy wore a black hat. G.G. was clean-shaven, B.G. had 5 o'clock shadow, and an experienced horse fan could predict the depth of the villain's depravity by checking the length of his sideburns. The villain chased the hero from right to left, but when the hero was winning, he was naturally headed right (with his pistol hand closest to the camera). Anybody shot was assumed dead, unless the audience was notified to the contrary...
James Garner (6 ft. 3 in., 206 lbs., 44-33-40) is the anti-hero of a counter-Western called Maverick, the "lace-shirted, self-centered, irresponsible" opposite of everything the Good Guy ought to be. He and his brother (Jack Kelly), who takes the lead in the hour-long show every other week, are slow on the draw, cautious, seething with dishonorable intentions toward girls in gingham. They are self-tooting tinhorns who play poker in such a way that it is not a game of chance. "Work," proclaims Maverick, "is a shaky way to make a living...
Lehrer's "career" branched out from a pleasant habit of writing songs for people. 'In the old days," when it was for a roommate or a guy at dinner, I'd write hundreds of songs," Lehrer says. "Now that it's my living, I've stopped doing it. Then, if it was a lousy song, nobody cared. But when I started singing for money, it was a matter of deleting songs rather than adding them. I only write songs I can use professionally now, the other ideas are generally too personal or too offensive to use on the stage...