Word: lastly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...jobs off Broadway and on TV, kept up his La Guardian waistline by checking hats at Lindy's (all the cheesecake he could eat). Good off-Broadway jobs came in The Sea Gull (1954), Thieves' Carnival (1955), The Beaux' Stratagem, and The Power and the Glory (last year). Bosley won the La Guardia role over more than 200 other contenders (both Mickey Rooney and Eli Wallach had been considered), prepared himself by listening to recordings, reading biographies and studying still photographs, but he carefully avoided overdoing all that. "I do an impression," he says, "not an imitation...
They had spent the evening among sharpies and shills and slick-talking swindlers dedicated to the ancient shopkeeper's art of conning the customer. But London's theater critics were delighted. When it opened in the West End last week, Wolf Mankowitz' brash, breezy new comedy, Make Me An Offer, rang up just the sort of sale the playwright was bargaining for. "When the British musical finally finds its feet," said the staid Financial Times, "we may well remember Make Me An Offer as a landmark...
...Perky Warren? To last week's off-Broadway audience he was only a nice old Canadian eccentric who likes people, but Toronto's Bay Street financiers know him as the 62-year-old onetime president of Gutta Percha & Rubber, Ltd., a latex prince descended from some of the red, white and bluest blood in North America; e.g., Priscilla Mullins' John Alden, Connecticut's Revolutionary Governor Jonathan Trumbull. At home in Toronto, his closest companions are his 13-year-old beagle Tobey and his solicitors, Ricketts, Farley & Lowndes...
...bearded Canadian almost drowned the show when he served so many drinks to cast and audience that the entire second act played as if the hall were built around an imperial quart. Afterward, Perky offered a farewell round of cheer, announced that he had seen the production for the last time and was content. But when the house lights went dark the following night, there -glistening in the ninth row center-was a familiar white goatee...
...because she was Piaf, French newspapers followed her through every symptom. They had long since told the chronicle of her sorrows: the childhood blindness, the unhappy love affairs, the near-fatal auto accidents. They had recorded her illness in Paris in 1954, the collapse in Stockholm in 1958, last year's major surgery (for a gastric ulcer) in New York. Now the headline writers seemed engaged in a macabre watch. "Piaf suffers and refuses to capitulate," cried Paris-Journal. "Piaf falling like Moliere on the planks of the provincial coliseum*-that was worth the trip," blared the daily...