Word: lariats
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...duplicate, because it was never prepared. He spun his jokes and anecdotes as he went along, rambling freely from one subject to another. But Whitmore pulls off a convincing transformation. He drops into Rogers' loose slouch and takes up his labored, bow-legged walk. He alternately fiddles with a lariat or stuffs his hands into his pockets. Whitmore even picks up Rogers' twant and grin. Most all all, he exudes an infectious warmth and enthusiasm. If the act sometimes seems planned or forced, there moments are mere exceptions. You rarely question who's up there talking--it's Will Rogers...
...coat. As he sheds the coat, he reveals to the audience that he is performing the eternal theatrical ritual, dropping the mask, assuming the myth, becoming the man. He pulls out a bandana and ties it around his neck. He gives his forelock a forward tug. Bowed of leg, lariat twirling, stetson arched back over his forehead and shy grin. It is Will Rogers...
...Hope is the Will Rogers of the age, a kind of updated, urbanized farmer's almanac of political and social currents. Rogers was the sly rustic, a humorist with a lariat; Hope is the self-caricaturing sophisticated comic with a paradiddle patter. Rogers was show business, and so is Hope, and they share the same understanding of what is unique in American humor: a healthy irreverence for pomp and position. And they both succeeded by pitching their personalities across the footlights to touch their listeners with something close to folk wisdom. Some of Hope's lines even sound...
Ever since Will Rogers first ambled onstage with his lariat, comedians have played the hick-in-the-big-city for big laughs and good money. From Herb Shriner to George Gobel to Andy Griffith, dozens have twirled the same line - and still left enough rope for their lineal descendant, Dick Cavett. In a Greenwich Village nightclub last week, Cavett, 29, recited the doleful tale of his country boyhood in Nebraska. The story, as he tells it, is comical enough, and perhaps just true enough to serve as his public autobiography...
...beast. Last week, at the National Finals Rodeo in Oklahoma City, Franklin gave a superb demonstration of his skills. On his seventh "go-round," Glen lost precious seconds when he got off to a slow start, had to chase his calf halfway across the arena before he got within lariat range. Leaping out of the saddle, pigging string clutched in his teeth, he flung the calf to the ground and climbed astride, pinning the flailing legs between his own knees and "windmilling" the string around the animal's ankles. Throwing up his arms in a gesture of victory, Franklin...