Word: laugh
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Deputy Edmundo Barreto Pinto will do anything for a laugh. Last week, as usual, he had Rio in stitches...
...first concert next month will be in Hollywood Bowl. Says Cugat: "That's a laugh, isn't it? When I was here playing concert violin I was fully qualified to conduct in the Hollywood Bowl. . . . But I couldn't get in to see the secretary to the secretary. Now I will get $5,000 and the manager of the symphony comes to my house with the contract. . . . You've got to be a personality. Even Toscanini and Stokowski owe part of their success to showmanship. And take a man like Iturbi. He has the hands...
...story. It's to do with a second-rate comedian who goes big-time, loses his wife to a Wyoming eattleman, and comes back in the end to win wife, happiness and a half-pound of chopped sirloin. Lahr, naturally the comic, works his audience to the last laugh and even in the "sad" scenes manages to turn in a rather convincing performance. His boisterous presence, his remarkable stage direction of the entire cast and his perfect timing, are testimony to his years in the trade. His voice, which carries the richest Brooklyn accent outside of Jersey City...
Margaret Dumont has returned to Boston, only to find herself roundly insulted by Mr. Groucho Marx, who is currently flaunting his right of primogeniture as Mrs. Marx's eldest son. Rolling in the aisles of the Laffmovie, shuddering as Hub men laughed in the wrong places and gasped at the low cut dresses of pre-Will Hays days, our hearts went out to Mother Marx, who, patiently and understandingly reared and molded four heterogeneous scions into a quartet of the laugh-makingest zanies ever to be rolled onto the American scene. The scene is "Duck Soup...
...Laughing Marxist. When the Communists entered the Government, some naive rightists assumed that power would mellow their driving determination. Thorez shows no sign of softening. His 5 ft. 10 in., 165-lb. body is solid and strong, his blue eyes clear. As vice president of France, he sits in the fussy luxury of the Hotel Matignon, which Austro-Hungarian ambassadors occupied before 1914. The Gobelin tapestries on the walls neither fit nor affect his revolutionary ardor. He doesn't even know the name of the Roman Emperor whose bust faces him. When Thorez laughs...