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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Added to the three carryovers are three new musicals that rely heavily on lively, lavish productions and name stars: Happy Hunting offers the unmuted brass of Ethel Merman, Bells Are Ringing the smart dumb-blonde antics of Comedienne Judy Holliday, and Li'l Abner the howling hillbillies of Dogpatch plus a display of a lot of a few girls. "There has been a return to the old form of musicals," says Oscar Hammerstein II, looking back over the season to date, "shows with irresponsible, gay books that are fast and lively...
Billing himself as "An Evening of Culture at the Corcoran," chain-smoking Cartoonist Al (Li'l Abner) Capp strolled into the Washington museum, ripped joyfully into modern art while his listeners choked, fretted and guffawed nervously. Capp's special quarrel was with the pure abstractionists-"that small group of the unbalanced who sell shameless products through a larger group of avaricious and unprincipled to an enormous group of the totally dazed." Aren't the abstractionists' products good for anything? Sneered (Ugh!) Critic Capp later: "They'd make good neckties for Elks' conventions...
...free Government housing and low living expenses, put in 70% of their salaries to build their collection. Says Gratia: "We were always broke." But today Victor Hauge is the proud possessor of the collection's gem, an ink-on-silk painting by Northern Sung Dynasty Painter Li Lung-mien, so rare that the Japanese government has declared it a national treasure. At their home in Falls Church, Va., Osborne and Gratia can trot out genuine Ming dishes for company. Says Gratia: "We don't regret a single thing we bought-only the things we didn...
Perry Como Show (Sat. 8 p.m., NBC). Guests: Helen Traubel. Peter (Li'l Abner) Palmer, Edith (Daisy Mae) Adams, Joey Bishop (color...
Tooling up to a Memphis induction center in his li'l ol' unpretentious cream-colored Cadillac, Dreamboat Groaner Elvis Presley, a hulking 21, went bravely inside, peeled off his inconspicuous scarlet and black jacket and other trappings, permitted medicos to examine him. The doctors' verdict: a fine broth of a lad, pelvis and all, eligible for drafting-probably to serve in some special services division, tote some such gone weapon as a guitar. Before rolling off in his Caddie, Elvis allowed that the intelligence test he had taken was a breeze. Groaned the bobby-soxers' golden...