Word: kidding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...kid yourselves about Andreas Papandreou & Co.'s being anything but camouflaged agents of the Kremlin. In fact, Papandreou just about said so himself during a speech in Athens last February when he denounced U.S. involvement in Viet Nam as a "colonial...
...bonking into a "breakaway" door, and Writer Carson went on in his place. With assurance and finesse, he laid out an ad-lib monologue mocking the economics of the TV industry. It was good enough to prompt critical applause and comparisons with the then reigning comic, George Gobel. "The kid is great, just great," said Jack Benny the next day. Thus was Johnny rewarded at 29 with his own variety network TV show. He thrashed through image changes, seven writers, eight directors and 39 weeks before CBS replaced him with The Arthur Murray Show, ABC then tried...
...grass. Four pounds for 95 cents. A-spare-a-grass here," yells a short, bouncy vendor with a meaty face and big squashy hands. Rafts of watermelons. Buckets of native cukes--three for just 25 cents. "Hava pruna," shouts a jolly grandmother, holy in her dominion. A tough kid says his McIntosh apples are good, very good. Heads of lettuce topple over onto the peppers. Parsnips look like washed out carrots, and the bananas are disturbingly yellow...
...walks away to play a rack and the circulation of people resumes. Uncle constantly circumnavigates the hall. He is a small, squat man who appears to be literally easier to flatten than knock over. He advances like a boxer, stopping before the more loud-mouthed, hence less important, kids to draw back his fist and flex his forearm. Violence diffuses through the room like the smoke, and it is easy to forget that the friendly shoves are shoves. Then maybe a drunk comes in. Vic says to the stranger, "Go now. That kid in blue is drunk. He's crazy...
...important drive behind his work. In the back of his mind, Mailer admits, he too has been running for President, and at the very least, the last 25 years have been spent publicly campaigning for the title of Great American Novelist. He entered Harvard at 16, a skinny Brooklyn kid who wanted to study aeronautical engineering. But he discovered Farrell, Dos Passos, and Steinbeck in his first term, and knew then that he wanted to be a novelist. As a junior, he won Story magazine's fiction prize; at the Advocate in those years, he recalls, he was "the favored...