Word: humphrey
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Reagan, one surmises, would have been equally successful in the age of radio, like Franklin D. Roosevelt, or in the age of newsreels, like Warren G. Harding, or in the age of steel engravings and the penny press, like Franklin Pierce. Presidential candidates in the television era -- Johnson, Nixon, Humphrey, McGovern, Ford, Carter, Mondale -- hardly constitute a parade of bathing beauties calculated to excite Atlantic City...
Nary a "Pitchfork Ben" Tillman, of South Carolina, or a silver-throated Robert LaFollette, of Wisconsin, or a Hubert Humphrey, from Minnesota, all men who could take a national issue down to Main Street and rekindle political hope and energy among the discouraged and dismayed. Are those $200 billion deficits not a scourge? Isn't the trade deficit a demon? Aren't corporate mergers a scandal? Don't those nuclear arsenals mock common sense...
Somebody with wit, courage and a love of adventure needs to take over the Democratic Party. A handful of daring and like-minded competitors -- Symington, Johnson, Humphrey, Kennedy -- did that back in 1960, and then J.F.K. grabbed it all and took the world along. Reagan did it with the Republicans while the technicians with their polls and committees sputtered and protested his right-wing doctrine. But at least he had a doctrine...
...Humphrey Bogart, a Hollywood tough guy who did not need bodyguards, liked Sinatra and thought him "amusing because he's a skinny little bastard and his bones kind of rattle together." But the stories Kelley has assembled are too numerous and grubby to be passed off as the forgivable sins of an amusing scamp, or of a tough-but-decent slum kid who made good. During the 1968 filming of Lady in Cement, according to Producer's Assistant Michael Viner, a prostitute complained that Sinatra had asked her to stay for breakfast after an all-night party, and then used...
...Park" is less of a slow day and more of a mildly slow twenty minutes during which we en-counter Hal (Kris Kobach) and Norman (Will Provost), two men sitting, of all places, in a park. Norman, sporting a Mets hat, turns to Hal, sporting tacky Humphrey Bogart-wear, and whines in diluted Brooklynese, "You were eyein...