Word: itched
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...holder of U.S. Patent No. 2,850,023, Idaho's one-term (1944-50) Democratic Senator Glen H. Taylor, was in Manhattan at the headquarters of the business based on his invention-a no-itch, nonskid toupee. As president of Taylor Topper, toupee-topped Taylor, a veteran campaign guitar strummer and vice-presidential candidate of the pink-tinged Progressive Party in 1948, features before-and-after pictures of his own pate in his advertising, is now trying to set up Taylor Topper franchises across the U.S. Last week he allowed: "I'm not doing a land-office business...
...Having found "four successive hit plays in corners of the commonplace overlooked by his fellow playwrights," wrote the Washington Evening Star, "Inge goes for a fifth in A Loss of Roses." ¶ Goodbye Charlie, bought for the movies while it was still rolling out of George (Seven Year Itch) Axelrod's typewriter, was a moneymaker before it went into rehearsal. All it needs now, as Author Axelrod sees it, is a new finish. Boasting the most improbable plot since the satyrical heyday of Thorne Smith, Charlie tells the story of a $3,000-a-week Hollywood writer (Charlie Sorell...
...Clague came the assurance that the sharp swing upward in food prices only represented a seasonal phenomenon, but there was no suggestion of relief anywhere else. It was just like being pecked to death by gnats, observed a Los Angeles homeowner. "No single bite hurts too much, but you itch all over all the time...
...soul bears the thumbprint of his ruthless wife Edith. She forces him to resign as U.S. Ambassador to Belgium because she wants to be a Washington hostess. Eventually, Britton decides that he, too, can be ruthless, and in fact, Edithless. Boldly following the urge that is the 27-year itch of many a marriage, he deposits $320,000 with discreet Swiss bankers, shaves off his mustache and his Harvard accent and, as plain old Llewellyn Jones, decamps...
...stage the show has an intimate, itch-and-scratch-it folksiness that makes even the dull spots endearing. On the colossal Todd-AO screen. Catfish Row covers a territory that looks almost as big as a football field, and the action often feels about as intimate as a line play seen from the second tier. What the actors are saying or singing comes blaring out of a dozen stereophonic loudspeakers in such volume that the spectator almost continually feels trapped in the middle of a cheering section...