Word: madnesses
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...anniversary party, that may be all right, but for the vast majority, including professionals, white-collarites and other moneygrubbers, these padded hips and four-yards-around-the-base balloon skirts will not fit into tiny apartment kitchens where the coffee and toast are rustled up each morning before the mad dash to the office begins...
produced last spring, this story of a hunted man and his struggle back to safety is too well known to demand repeating. The picture, however, does bear seeing again, even for a third or fourth time. Robert Newton as a mad artist searching for a mysterious "dying look"; the elfin, almost intangible bird fancier who is overjoyed when he finds a "caged" human; and the plump, insidious informer in a flowered dress who slyly traps the unsuspecting rebels these and the others present a pageant that stands up with Bank's best. Hollywood should watch out lest some wayward Goalie...
...Moody, Mad Thing. Jack Paar lives in an improbable little world of satire filled with musclebound lady wrestlers, bombproof subterranean love nests and amorous girl gym teachers. Political commentators in Paar scripts have great difficulty "predicting" that Friday will follow Thursday; small boys expect to be rewarded with refrigerators when they answer questions in history class. Because U.S. institutions are Paar's target, a Paar grammar school administration drums up business with radio commercials ("Children! Have you tried the seventh grade...
Paar has been kicking this kind of humor around show business for eleven years. Born in Canton, Ohio, he began training early. "I was a sensitive boy," he says grandly. "Moody. A mad, mad thing even then." He landed his first job at 18 announcing in Indianapolis. He "loved" radio, he says, but the station did not love him. He lost half a dozen jobs because he could not make the broadcast on time ("Hell, I was at my typewriter creating...
...Which one? Great Heavens, are you mad?" With these magisterial words a bowler-lidded Brahmin in the pages of this week's New Yorker indicates a preference for the Crimson banner over the green and gold of Western Maryland. If you put the same first question in cold cash to a sporting speculator last night as to the outcome of this afternoon's Stadium encounter you could probably have come up with 25 to 1 for the long shot. You'd also be mightly lonesome...