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...policemen stood at the entryway for two hours to prevent anyone from entering the building. The Greenoughers went to the Union Parlor B, where they watched television and had a pillow fight, according to Greenough resident Thuylam Tran...
...Cockney peer, was originally a star turn for Lupino Lane, a comic mime of the '30s. Lindsay, seen in the U.S. as Edmund in Laurence Olivier's TV King Lear, proves an inspired successor. He has mastered the stereotypical Cockney's accusatory inflections, rough humor, feral grace and odd parlor tricks, from a no-hands bobbing of his hat on his head to incessant, playful swiping of a bystander's gold watch. He brings vitality to such shopworn comedy as passing out, being revived and protesting, "Here! I didn't faint for water." In a leaning-on-a-lamppost number...
Everyone calls Marguerite Hanusa "Marge," and everyone who is anyone in the high plains Montana town of Choteau comes to Marge's adult piano and organ recital every year about this time. She holds it in the parlor of her house, where she has a Story & Clark upright, a Steinway baby grand and a two-tiered Conn with a full footboard. The first townspeople to show up get to sit on folding chairs from the Methodist and Lutheran churches; the tardy in the audience must make do with the staircase and the floor. After the music the party moves into...
...practicing. He had a Valium. Then he called the doctor. Then he had three more Valium and two double shots." As show time neared, this musician stepped out the kitchen door to relieve himself. Marge had to stop the proceedings and find him and lead him into the parlor. He played Home on the Range twelve times. Marge hissed from the kitchen, "Get to the end!" The man whined, "I passed it." Marge came out and put her arm around him. "I finally just led him off. They couldn't wake him up till 4 the next afternoon...
Soon enough it was time for the performance, and Marge's parlor filled to overflowing. Everyone was there, it seemed, but Choteau's best-known citizen, A.B. Guthrie Jr., author of The Big Sky, among other celebrated works. He is 85, and the last time he came, explained his daughter, Helen Guthrie Miller, "he fell asleep in the kitchen. The next morning he woke up screaming, 'Who's making all that goddam racket!' " Helen Guthrie Miller possesses a tart tongue herself, it turns out. When a woman companion at the recital boasted that because of aerobics, she has the pulse...