Word: madams
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...proof of that other American truism: there's a sucker born every minute. Ben runs away to Chicago, sin city, carnival to a million peculators in wheat, meat and railways. Pickpockets, exposure and starvation nearly do him in until the boy comes under the wing of a municipal madam named Queen Lil (Melina Mercouri). Lil's most valued friend is one Francis X. Sullivan (Brian Keith), a gruff newspaperman who booms about integrity and who would sell his grandmother for a headline...
...sure whether Lafitte is his real name, and its "wanted" flyers merely suggest that he is somewhere between 66 and 74 years old and may have been born in Canada, France or the U.S. Lafitte loyally claims U.S. birth. He says that he was born to the madam of a bawdy house in Louisiana's Cajun country. His mother, he relates, took him to France, abandoned him and left him to be raised by friends. He denies a French police report that he was arrested in 1921 and claims that the authorities picked up a relative whose name...
Mackenzie (Hal Frederick) is an aspiring barrister from Jamaica whose search for a London apartment is complicated by predictable amounts of prejudice and duplicity. "Yes, Madam," he recites patiently over the phone, "it is a Scottish name. But I am from the West Indies. Yes, I am hopelessly black." On a tip, he finds lodgings in the Chelsea flat of Roddy (Robin Phillips), the son of "decayed gentle folk." Roddy's own insecurities lead him to identify more and more with Mackenzie's black friends and to lure him into a dead-end love affair with a white...
...Shakespeare, Madam, is obscene, and thank God, we are sufficiently advanced to have found it out!" Thus spake the pure-the ever so pure-voice of the born bowdlerizer. Self-congratulatory, combining limitless prudery with limitless zeal, the expurgator haunted the live authors of the 19th century, and the dead authors of every century previous. Without respect for reputation, he labored-blue stockings on his feet, blue pencil in his hand-to save the reading public from corruption and to save masterpieces (including the Bible) from themselves...
...horns honked. So H.H.H., followed by his Secret Service bodyguard, stepped from his car and pushed the stalled vehicle over to the side of the road. Humphrey then smiled in on the lady and her daughter. The woman pondered the familiar face. "Are you from the bank?" she asked. "Madam," offered the Secret Service man, "this is the Vice President." "Of what?" countered the lady. "Mother," whispered the daughter, "that's the man we voted for in the election." Mother peered more closely. "Nonsense," she said. "You don't look a bit like Lyndon Johnson...