Word: joking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...time of the novel-mid-1963 to mid-1964-the life of the town reaches into them only in minor ways, and the life of the world beyond Tarbox is noted by the author rather than the characters (as upper-middle-class people did in those days, they joke about White House philandering...
...Parker wanted to make, plainly personal and chock full of substance. One can't quarrel with a well-executed idea, one can only like or dislike it. Peter Simmons' My House (San Francisco State) is another one that can't be criticized: he had the sense to tell his joke about a community of identical houses in two and a half minutes (last year's one-gag film lasted thirty-five...
...strange man," noted Columnist James J. Kilpatrick, longtime editor of the Richmond News Leader, "the hardest of all the Negro leaders or a reporter to get to know. It was possible to joke with Thurgood Marshall, philosophize with Roy Wilkins, reminisce with James Farmer, but King remained an impenetrable figure. His faintly Oriental face was a calm mask for the tensions that surged unceasingly within him. Yet he was the bravest man I ever knew in public life. During the terrible days that followed upon the school desegregation ruling, no white Southerner ever matched a fraction of his courage...
...cuteness. Two of the funniest sequences, the exchange of coincidences between a married couple not sure they are married and the fireman's ridiculous tale of "the Headcold," fall dead. In the latter case, the actor actually reads the speech, stifling the spontaneity that is the crux of the joke. Most of what does arouse the audience comes from the drooping mouth of W. Bruce Johnson, who looks like a young Walter Matthau and acts with a delicate understatement that generally works. But he alone cannot overcome the director's static imagination...
Then, from a window of the rooming house across the way, came a single shot. "It was like a stick of dynamite," recalled one aide. "It sounded like a firecracker, and I thought it was a pretty poor joke," said another. All of the aides hit the deck. The heavy-caliber bullet smashed through King's neck, exploded against his lower right jaw, severing his spinal cord and slamming him away from the rail, up against the wall, with hands drawn tautly toward his head. "Oh Lord!" moaned one of his lieutenants as he saw the blood flowing over...