Word: harems
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...show, but there is everything else. Two or three of the acts are very good: Walter Nilsson cavorting madly on a monocycle, Hal Sherman pantomimes dancing adroitly while looking as awkward as Charlie Chaplin. But most of the acts are very bad: all the skits, a Turkish harem number, a roguish sister act performed by two girls each of whom looks like the other's mother...
...than in modern hospitals. The secret of successful operations, says Hertzler, is not a fancy operating room but thorough knowledge of anatomy and speed. In his own clinic, built with many a headache, he dispensed with masks. According to "Pop," they only make the operating room look like a harem, give esthetic delight to the modern surgeon who rides to the hospital in a limousine, does nothing more strenuous than change his pants when he gets there...
...master of realpolitik. His good-government policy was simple. He merely designated the following as capital crimes: robbery, an ugly disposition, stubbornness, stupidity, lying. But even the cause of good government could not triumph over his grudge against women. When his lord took to giving more attention to a harem of 80 dancing girls than he did to him, Confucius resigned in disgust. The next 17 years, followed by 100 disciples, he spent looking for another job. He did not find one, mainly because Chinese lords mistrusted his honesty, once because he refused to play up to a smart mistress...
...Muscat, young Sultan Saiyid Said bin Taimur has a $225,000-a-year salary, a harem with many wives, a Ford car which he drives up & down the barren country's sole 30-mile highway. His Highness Saiyid Said bin Taimur has ruled since 1932 when at his coming of age his father, who hated his job so much that he stayed in Muscat only one month a year, abdicated, retired to Japan. Having amazed Washington for three days last week, Sultan Saiyid Said removed his robes, put on street clothes, departed for New York...
...once, Bernice stalled. Then she lacerated a telephone pole. Then, enough of this mild play, she decided, and off they went in a cloud of gear teeth, both steering wheels flapping idly, both gas pedals down to the floor. The Vagabond tactfully arranged his harem around him to form a feminine cushion in case of a crash. At once he realized he had made a blunder. Mary's Dubble-Bubble chewing gum now exploded in his face with every third or fourth stroke of her jaws, spraying him with minty mixture...