Word: idolizes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...director. His days are spent in a nerve-shattering series of quick dissolves from the lawyer to the tax man to the agent to the press, and no matter what he looks like on the screen, his very best scenes had better be played at the bank. "The matinee idol of the Eisenhower era," cracked a Hollywood reporter, "is a man in a grey flannel suit...
...even more ancient sight than Lucille Ball with shoulder pads is the short subject, featuring Ben Turpin in Mack Sennett's Small Town Idol. The only entertaining thing about this relic is the realization that great-grandmother once laughed at it. More to modern taste are the two Mr. Magoo cartoons. Good old Magoo staggers through a skiing trip and the sale of his furniture in grand style. He is even better than Groucho Marx, which is quite a feat...
...head of Tulane's department of surgery, though he will continue as a professor and can still be the bull in the bullpen. So far, no surgeon has been named. In a reminiscent mood, Ochsner recalled some of the Latin American dictators (including Argentina's fallen idol Juan Perón) on whom he has operated or for whom he has served as consultant...
...folks," says Mr. Ray in a voice scraped raw with song, "are more generous to me than I deserve." The house shrieks indignantly, because this is practically abdication; but finding that its idol is only introducing his tribute to the band ("not only very wunnerful musicians but each one my very dear friend"), it roars obedient acclaim, and the band rise to their feet with the sulky air of men who know that they are only another man's gimmick. For Mr. Ray's gimmick is to affect a touching humility before the gifts divinely bestowed...
Good symphony orchestras acquire personalities. The Philadelphia Orchestra, with its assertive violins and its glib winds, is the suave, subtly domineering man of the world. The New York Philharmonic-Symphony, with, its virtuosity and its rakish unpredictability, is the matinee idol in danger of growing a paunch. The Boston Symphony, with its exquisite balances and flawless inflections, is the American whose manner shows that he was raised by a French governess. The Amsterdam Concertgebouw, with its mellow strings and faintly ponderous sonority, is the sexagenarian with all his hair and a twinkle in his eye. Last week...