Word: languidness
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...cultivated madness, often abetted by his wife, Singer Edie Adams, has been delighting and annoying audiences only irregularly and at odd hours since he first leered onscreen seven years ago. Neither Kovacs nor his employer, NBC, seems able to explain why there is still no niche for his comparatively languid, low-pressure' talent in a business that constantly turns lesser comics into living-room idols. In a new effort to solve this puzzle, NBC last week handed Ernie his big challenge: a show following the widely ballyhooed Jerry Lewis solo...
...Shewing-Up of Blanch Posnet is a languid Western yarn, a genre in which the writer proves himself very ill at ease. Shaw is no cowboy. Neither is his hero, it must be admitted: Blanco is a kicking cousin of Dick Dudgeon, a would-be Hotspur in Levis and a grizzly beard, whose poetic force is out of place amid long-jawed neighbors. Blanco's tale is simple. He steals a horse. After a few twists involving first a slut then the mother of a just-dead baby, he is set free. The whole situation seems rather tired...
...waste their time in ordinary political activity. The curse of the daily round of dinner-table conversations, naps, and trips to Cronin's hangs pall-like as ever over the community. We give notice, however, that in the opportunity to campaign for one party (or the other) the languid student has an extraordinary opportunity to serve his own political principles and, at the same time, to have a ball. Those interested in asserting themselves for the right (or the wrong) or just for the heck of it should contact Gordon Martin for the Democrats (or Don Hodel for the others...
...widdling their dials. But only a BBC voice and some foggy images made it across the sea. (NBC will try again next week.) Elsewhere, World fared better, e.g., a noisy jazz session in a monastery with Brother Boyce Brown on the sax. But the whole panorama was marred by languid Narrator Dave Garroway's overripe prose ("Filter music through the soul and it becomes the clear wine of communication...
...impressions." Today the lives of few of his countrymen have not been touched by J.D.R. Jr.'s gifts of land to the nation: Atlantic rollers loudly crashing and spuming on the rock-girt coasts of Acadia National Park in Maine; the rhododendrons of the Great Smokies, redolent and languid in the haze; Jackson Hole, sweeping green and tawny and on across shimmering lakes to the foot of the icy, steep Tetons in the fall. "It was such a beautiful place," J.D.R. Jr. would say, "and I wanted to have it opened up so that people would...