Word: impishness
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...just stand there and maybe grab my hand and cry. ... I tried to put all those things in Dumbo." Tough little Timothy Q. (for nothing) Mouse, Dumbo's wise-guy protector, was sired in much the same way by impish Artist Fred Moore. Says he: "The greatest problem with Timothy was not to make him too cute. We had to get a tough guy with a big heart. ... I just played around with him . . . had him walk a couple of dozen steps in 12 frames, then in eight . . . until I got just the right cockiness to it. ... When...
Coffee-colored, dead-pan John Kirby, once a trombonist and tuba player, now slaps and bows the bull fiddle. He, too, swings the classics, in his own delicate, sophisticated arrangements and those of his black, impish trumpeter, Charlie Shavers. Kirby's clarinetist is an oldtimer: goggle-eyed Buster Bailey, who looks half of his 39 years. The band-filled out by Pianist Billy Kyle, Drummer O'Neil Spencer, Alto Saxophonist Russell Procope (rhymes with "no soap")-has been unchanged for nearly three years, a phenomenon in the trade. But Kirby was lately separated from the sweet singer...
...Quiz the Scientist. The five or six questions discussed on the program are selected well in advance, and board members often write out their answers to make sure they won't fall into high-toned scientific lingo that would baffle the average listener. Inveterate ad libber is impish Dr. Wood, who likes to preface thoughtful discussions of taste with such of his verses as: "Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and skunks are-phew...
Edith Sitwell (by her own proclamation) has no sense of humor. But all the Sitwells are prankish as hippogriffs. Osbert's impish autobiographical notes in Who's Who are said to freeze the other Sitwells into stoney stares of amusement. All three delight in caressing authors and critics they do not like with their individual or corporate paws. Edith once called a poem of John Masefield's "dead mutton" and Poet Cecil Day Lewis "an electric drill with the electricity left out." She and Osbert presented prizes to "the authors most representative of the tedious literature...
Fabulous was the Old Farmer's success in predicting diurnal or hebdomadal weather a year in advance. Legend has it that the publisher, pressed by a typesetter for a July 13 forecast, replied hastily: "Anything, anything." The impish employe set up "Rain, Hail and Snow." On July 13, sure enough, it rained, hailed and snowed.* A Providence, R. I. clerk kept count of the Old Farmer's forecast for 1900. It was 33% correct- 2% below the U. S. Weather Bureau's day-ahead record...