Word: guys
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Reibel got free in front of the Toronto goal on his first rush, but the pass didn't go to him. On the second rush, Reibel scored to put the Bruins ahead 3-1. He raced in on goalie Ed Chadwick to take a pass from Guy Gendron on the other side of the nets, then fired home...
...manner, should seriously damage the rating of such standbys as Wyatt Earp, Rawhide, Have Gun-Will Travel, and Gunsmoke. Gabin, of course, is the acknowledged king of French tommy-gun flicks. With his slightly paunchy and degenerate mien he is the very image of the slightly world-weary tuff guy, and the casual manner in which he slaps around both the guilty and the innocent is beyond compare...
...detention than go for the rest of my life having something like this on my conscience. I would be betraying my entire profession if I revealed my source." Why did not the CBS spokesman come forward now and give her the right to reveal his name? Said she: "The guy could lose his job." There was some comfort for her in the approving messages and gifts from well-wishers all over the U.S., including TV Comic Jackie Gleason's chocolate cake with a steel file jutting candlelike from the frosting...
...skinny, green-eyed guy with the hurt, hesitant frown looked like a loser -the kind of character who can never quite cope with life's ludicrous little defeats. Wherever he slouched in front of an audience-last month on the bare bandstand of a Chicago nightclub, this week before the unforgiving cameras of Ed Sullivan's TV show-it seemed hardly probable that sad-sack Monologuist Shelley Berman could deliver...
...Money." Born and brought up in Chicago, Shelley, 32, says that even in his early days he played to the crowd. "As I grew older, I became more proficient at being a showoff. I was a pretty good loudmouth. I was the guy at parties. You know-that clod who determines the mood of the gathering. My whole act is confession. Every word I say, I'm admitting something...