Word: hollywood
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...veteran rivals as the theater's Helen Hayes and the movies' Teresa Wright, an achievement that could be explained only by the fast-developing herd instinct of telefolk that leads them to stick with their own. Polly's reputation has blossomed principally through coaxial cables. Neither Hollywood nor Broadway was impressed with her efforts as singer or actress, but then she signed up for a series of TV commercials for Pepsi-Cola, quickly became known the nation over as the Pepsi Girl. Here and there, now and then, Polly tried dramatic parts to no wide acclaim...
...events ran more and more behind schedule. This was not a high school convention, but the tenth annual Emmy ceremonies of the National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences, in which TV's most skilled practitioners hail the past year's best performances. Confessed Danny Thomas, the Hollywood M.C. on a Hollywood-Manhattan coaxial hookup: "They should never have comedians as presenters. Any comic on a dais figures he's got to do four or five minutes or the audience will think he's a bum." Milton Berle, TV's funnyman emeritus, quipped...
Even in that warm wonderland of swamis, fly-by-night faith healers and hard-eyed Hollywood flesh peddlers, O'Malley was obviously something special. Half Irish and all gall, he is a sucker for other people's promises and a happily shameless manipulator of his own. His gravel-voiced oratory beats at the unwary with the brass of a top sergeant and the blarney of a sideshow barker. To doubt his most outrageous argument is to deal him a mortal affront. But doubters there are. For Walter is a complicated soul. When there are two ways...
...Olivier last year turned down a Hollywood offer of $250,000 for one picture, trod the boards in The Entertainer for ?45 ($126) a week...
...most of the playwrights he panned, slight (5 ft. 7 in., 130 1bs.), white-thatched First Nighter Nathan was one of Broadway's most feared and lonely figures. In a rain of newspaper columns, magazine articles and books, he aimed his dyspeptic darts at every sobersided target from Hollywood to Herbert Hoover. Yet when Critic Nathan made his final exit last week at 76, the U.S. theater mourned the death (of arteriosclerosis) of its doughtiest champion...