Word: knucklehead
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...could about his testy confrontations with General Douglas MacArthur (whom he disliked and considered a racist). To a remarkable extent, he inoculated himself against the tiresome affectations that often afflict famous, high- achieving people. He didn't stand on formality (clerks simply called him "Judge"; he often called us "Knucklehead" and shared his macadamia nuts when our work pleased him). He spoke cordially to everyone, high and low, though his unpretentiousness sometimes tempted people to underestimate him. Every time I did, he caught me. Late in the court's term, I wrote a draft of an opinion in which...
...runs around the stage, bangs his head with the microphone, pours beer down his shirt, eats a napkin, and generally goes crazy, punctuating each line with a shrill quick laugh, reminiscent of ventriloquist Paul Winchell's dummy Knucklehead...
Happily, it still does. The Kirkland House Drama Society's current production of Frank Loesser's How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, an early-'60s paean to the knucklehead glory of girl-watching and "getting ahead," recreates the innocence of that time with an enjoyable, if sometimes unfocused, energy. Moving through the standard '60s-musical formula of boy-meets-girl, boy-and-girl-fall-in-love, boy-and-girl-fall-out-of-love, and boy-beats-world-and-marries-girl -- all to the accompaniment of Loesser's slick score -- the Kirkland House cast manages to create...
...practiced killing bulls. In Spain he acquired a matador's long sideburns and a sense of tragic ritual that contrasts oddly with his Texas drawl and quick grin. His father, a welding-company owner, backed him all the way, spent $25,000 on his training. "I told that knucklehead I'd go with him to the last drop of blood," says Baron Clements Sr., "and I will...
...pays so well I can't quit now." Winchell, who does not enjoy being addressed as "Paul Mahoney," tries to dominate his dummy by demanding top billing, keeping some of the laughs for himself, and crowding Jerry's act by introducing new characters. A Brooklyn bumpkin named Knucklehead Smiff is now getting a big buildup. But Jerry, a redhaired, eye-rolling twelve-year-old, remains a scene stealer whose small-boy enthusiasms (Winchell reads comic books to keep in style) and good-natured sauciness (but none of Charlie McCarthy's lethal impudence) surmount the reality that...