Word: laughs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...trial, Mosley competes with a team of four lawyers for the defense. The courtroom is packed with "family," friends who laugh and whisper insults when Mosley raises objections. To further isolate the prosecutor, defense lawyers win a motion to have his principal investigator, Detective Joseph Price, removed from the courtroom on the pretext that they might call him as a witness. The book also strongly implies that judges are often favorably disposed toward sustaining defense objections, perhaps partly to avoid the embarrassment of having the verdict set aside later because of an error in procedure...
Clearly the new Mets are a far cry from that congeries of castoffs, has-beens and never-would-bes who made their debut in 1962 by losing a record 120 games?and learned to laugh about it. To today's brassy Wunderkinder, those days are ancient history. Says Manager Hodges, a 17-year veteran of the majors who is not given to superlatives: "These boys have had a taste of winning, and now they know how to win. They're thinking ballplayers. They bounce back as well as any club I've ever seen...
...line: "Let's put Christ back into Christmas and 'ch' back into Chanukah"). But more likely the network objected to the show's running gags about John Pastore, the influential chairman and Mrs. Grundy of the Senate Communications Subcommittee. For example, Guest Dan Rowan of Laugh-In gave the Senator the "fickle-finger-of-fate award" for "keeping up the good work," though Tommy and President Nixon (whom Rowan pretended to phone) said that they had never heard of the man ("Pastore...
...last weeks of summer, many productions are being mounted that should tempt theatergoers, be they classics buffs, lovers of drama, or fond of a spontaneous laugh or engaging melody...
What the public is watching is gags lifted from tales as old as the Arkansas Traveller (ca. 1860) but spliced together with production as new as Laugh-In. On Hee Haw, the graffiti adorn not bikini-clad boogaloo dancers but Burma-Shave signs, and the routines occur not at cocktail parties but in cornfields. That is their natural habitat. One of the company announces, "I'm a farmer in a candy factory." "Whaddaya do?" asks a chorus of rural voices. "I milk chocolate." In another rib cracker, the straight man wonders: "Hey, Junior, how come I saw you eating...