Word: kidded
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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This was a bizarrely distorted montage of the facts. Hollywood handles trade unions with kid gloves, if at all, has scarcely mentioned Communism since the screamingly pro-Russian Mission to Moscow. Even more obviously false was Zhukov's statement that "the stink of race prejudice is smelled miles away. . . . While 100% Americans are always brave and noble heroes, Negroes are either imbeciles . . . or wild beasts inspiring the hatred of the audience. . . ." Actually, Hollywood (though it is inclined to show Negroes as rather simple) has not presented a violently villainous Negro since The Birth of a Nation...
...kid of seven, Willie Mosconi was wan and trigger-tempered. In South Philadelphia he was famed as a deadly accurate pool shooter. Many an afternoon he shuffled into his father's barber shop and heard his Pa say: "Willie, there's a man in the back room who thinks he's better than you." Willie would grab a cue and go to work-with Pa betting as high as $100 on his boy. Business was brisk, and Willie got better with...
...Whiz Kid. Brown-eyed Barbara, by facility with word and thought, has won herself a reputation in several careers. Into her expensive education went samplings from a convent at her native Felixstowe, the Lycée Molière and the Sorbonne, Jugenheim and Oxford (Somerville College), where she took first-class honors in "Modern Greats."* She set her sights on opera, switched to lecturing (in a clear soprano) when she decided that she would never be a topflight singer...
...written for his Economist off & on ever since, and is now assistant editor on foreign affairs. On the BBC "Brains Trust" program (the English equivalent of Information Please) Laborite Barbara was one participant who never said "I don't know." Audiences loved her for her quiz-kid memory. Between broadcasts she lectured on politics and economics, labored for the liberal Roman Catholic "Sword of the Spirit" movement...
...Gang. Twenty-five years ago, Jimmy was a thin, good-looking kid who had been playing the cornet ever since he could remember. He and the gang at Austin High spent their time practicing in vacant houses, playing for P.T.A.-sponsored dances and listening to an old jukebox in the Straw and Spoon, a Coke joint across the street from Austin High. When they weren't practicing themselves, they were listening to the big-timers-to King Oliver, the great New Orleans Negro trumpeter, or Beiderbecke and the Wolverines. Other Chicago kids began sitting in with the Austin High...