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...Cheek by jowl with all the cheery advance stories about the Eisenhower-Khrushchev talks last week in U.S. newspapers were brief and confusing reports of trouble in just the kind of far-off place where Communists like to probe Western intentions. Probably half of all Americans would stumble in pronouncing Laos and even more have trouble locating...
Arriving in London to play Othello at Stratford on Avon, booming Negro Baritone Paul Robeson bared for waiting cameras a scrubbier jowl than usual. Reason: he was nurturing his own beard, since "last time I played Othello I used a false beard, but it kept slipping with perspiration." Fellow-traveling Traveler Robeson seemed fit after a spell with the flu in a Moscow hospital, for which he had predictable praise...
...identification with where the hell Formosa is and what's going on there." Stukus filed some earnest Hemingway-like prose, scored a major beat by wrangling an exclusive interview with Chiang Kaishek. Though the session produced nothing new, Scott delightedly ran Footballer Stukus' picture cheek by jowl with the Gimo on the front page...
California's Attorney General "Pat" Brown marched across the lobby of San Diego's U.S. Grant Hotel, his stocky body (5 ft. 10 in., 200 Ibs.) rolling like a sea captain's, his brown hair carefully slicked with Vaseline Hair Tonic, his ample jowl set with fierce, self-conscious determination. Suddenly he stopped, whirled, brought the men behind him to a skidding halt. "Where is everybody?" cried Pat Brown. "Anybody missing? Are we ready to go?" An aide soothed him: "Don't worry, Pat. Everybody's here." Brown looked carefully around just to make sure...
Songs for a Smoke-Filled Room (Elsa Lanchester; Hifirecords LP). A fey, offbeat collection of songs both sprightly and shivery by the apricot-haired English comedienne, with tongue-in-jowl introductions by husband Charles Laughton. The selections range from Fiji Fanny, a raucous burlesque of the songs the trade calls "grass-skirt numbers," to a haunted, spine-crawling ditty titled If You Peek in My Gazebo, which tells the tale of a mad New England spinster who sits each evening in a summerhouse on the hill secretly watching the lusty young village bucks stroll...