Word: lapping
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Charley McCarthy is in for trouble. On Sept. 3 on the Chase & Sanborn program (NBC, Sun., 8-8:30 p.m. E.W.T.) Charley will be introduced to the first wooden woman who ever sat on Edgar Bergen's lap-a new not-so-dummy named Effie Klinker. From advance hints last week it appeared that McCarthy would find the rebuttal of Effie Klinker by no means so easy as, for five years, he has that of the gap-toothed, apple-knocking Mortimer Snerd...
...younger. ... You are very small now, a very small baby ... in the cradle. . . . Why did you first start to blink your eyes?" Harold then related, in sharp detail, two frightening experiences apparently at the age of about six or eight months: 1) sitting in his mother's lap at the movies, he was terrified by a picture of a "wolf" (probably Rin-Tin-Tin, says Lindner); 2) next morning, waking early in his cradle, he saw that his father, looking wolfish, seemed to be hurting his mother...
...formally announced that Florence, home of the Medici, birthplace of Dante, storehouse of some of the finest art in the world, was an open city. General Sir Harold Alexander, Allied commander in chief, was quietly optimistic. Said he: "I think I can hear the bell ringing for the last lap...
...rare, seldom oftener than twice a year. Curtin sees the Australian press twice a day. Curtin chain-smoked throughout his interview, jabbed at the . air with his cigaret holder to emphasize his points. At his press conferences Mr. King usually sits Buddha-like with his hands folded on his lap, seldom lifts his voice above a dreary drone. Curtin welcomed questions, answered directly and enjoyed the session. Mr. King finds a press conference an ordeal, resents questions, seldom answers them directly...
...stands 6 ft. 1½ in., weighs 178 lb., has a leonine head. His motion as well as his music gets them. He climbs casually all over the nightclub furniture, sings on his feet, on the back of a chair, on a table, on a customer's lap. His eyes are Scandinavian blue, his smile broad and boyish, his manner unfailingly virile. In London in the '20s he got the romantic lead opposite diaphanous Evelyn Laye in The Merry Widow. A string of stage and cinema hits followed; there were Carl Brisson fan clubs, chocolates, cigarets, bathing suits...