Word: ma
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Tomtoms, Teddies. Harold Minsky, 48, is the first to admit that his Follies at the International, a Broadway nightclub, is not classic burlesque. Its bumps have been shock-absorbed into harmless thank -you-ma'ams, and its grinds are exceeding fine. But only a purist could carp: it is a spectacularly busty pageant, flashily costumed, dizzyingly aswarm with near-nude (pasties here and here, a twinkly bikini there) show girls. If it owes a greater debt to the New Frontier Hotel in Las Vegas than to Minsky's old National Winter Garden theater on Houston Street, that...
...charming garden club women turn inexplicably into Chinese and Russian scientists at a secret meeting in Manchuria, and when the hydrangea-lovers reappear moments later, the chairwoman is no longer speaking on flowers. She is asking the head of the American patrol to murder two of his men. "Yes ma'am," he replies politely, and obviously anxious to please his hostesses, he strangles one (with a scarf thoughtfully provided by a woman in the audience) and shoots the other in the forehead. The sweet ladies of the garden club applaud his performance enthusiastically...
...late Eddy Duchin, whose soft-toned renderings of pop classics were the rage with the last generation's carriage trade. Among those on hand to launch the new chip were Peter's godparents, former New York Governor and Mrs. Averell Harriman (he calls her "Ma"), NBC's Robert Sarnoffs, and Mrs. Henry Ford II, all of whom dug Duchin's tinkling into the small hours. But Dad might not have been pleased. "I think he would have preferred that I become a broker or banker." said Peter. "Being an orchestra leader, he told...
...tobacco fields, staring at comic strips (some ten-year-olds cannot read), and wishing they could go to the local moviehouse (no Negroes allowed). Apathy infected many, but others girded for eventual victory. To the calypso tune of Day-Oh, they sat on sagging porches singing: My ma is scared and my pa is too, So it's up to me and it's up to you. Freedom, freedom, freedom's coming...
Seldom had Moscow witnessed such a display of public affection. An exultant Nikita Khrushchev kissed both spacemen smack on the lips, followed in turn by Deputy Premier Anastas Mikoyan and other members of the Presidium, as well as Russia's two previous cosmonauts, Ma jor Yuri Gagarin and Major Gherman Titov. As young women pelted them with flowers, the "Heavenly Twins," as the So viet press dubbed the cosmonauts, then hugged and embraced their families. The band of the Moscow garrison played the Soviet national anthem, punctuated by a 2 1 -gun salute. On the 20-mile trip from...