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...wrestling, fencing," and Course 300, a "historical overview of the European origin of sports, games and gymnastics." The daily schedule of five hours of classwork had its problems. "You'd be writing an exam, and your chair would be sliding across the deck," says Roberta Mount, 18, of Hayward, Calif...
...which Lana Turner's teen-age daughter, Cheryl, killed her mother's lover. Producer Joseph E. Levine has dressed it up as what used to be called "a woman's picture." Amidst sumptuous settings, supposedly inhabited by the haut monde of San Francisco, Heroine Susan Hayward plays a world-famous "sculptor, pagan, alley-cat" who detests her domineering mother (Davis), betrays her war-hero husband, unwittingly snares a gigolo with her daughter until one calamitous night when the kid picks up a chisel and . . . What follows is a custody battle, some gamy dialogue, and numerous untidy revelations...
...this has a familiar purr. The beautiful women now have names like Brooke Hayward and Senta Berger, but the whole scene recalls the young Boyer of Algiers, the fathomless possibilities of Hedy Lamarr, and the line he is legendary for whispering to her: "Come wiz me to zee casbah." Actually, there was no such line in the movie, nor in any other movie Boyer ever made. It came from an old comedy-radio show. But Boyer wears it gracefully...
...raise the needed capital, Groves set up the Grand Bahama Port Authority, Ltd.; he sold one 25% interest to a London holding company headed by British Hardware Tycoon Charles Hayward, another 25% to a New York group led by Investment Banker Charles Allen. To build the hotel and supply the other resort and residential amenities, the Port Authority organized the Grand Bahama Development Co., Ltd. with Canadian Entrepreneur Louis Chesler. The Port Authority put up $2,000,000 and 100,000 acres, Chesler $23 million. Today the $100 million pleasure isle is slowly taking shape...
Last week NBC-having been pleased by a trial show broadcast last autumn-began a new weekly series of That Was the Week That Was in the U.S., produced by Leland Hayward and written by Robert Emmett and Gerald Gardner. It promised a lot: a live program full of uninhibited topical satire, laced with guts and gaiety and the spirit of no tomorrow. But this side of Menninger's, no one could have dreamed that such a promise would be delivered. The actual result was bland and unfunny, full of toothpicks masquerading as rapiers...