Word: patly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...pretty Louisiana "queens" - Yambilee (i.e., yams) Queen, Shrimp Queen, Cotton Queen, Livestock and Pasture Queen, etc. -each accompanied by a masked "Duke" in wig, buckled shoes and knee breeches. Each queen curtsied low to the evening's guests of honor, Vice President Richard Nixon and his wife Pat. Nixon responded to each with a low bow, and to the strains of Pomp and Circumstance, escorted the Queen of the Ball to her throne...
...Bogart, 32, who is on trial as the madam of a Manhattan vice ring. "I was requested by the sales manager," testified Rinker, "to ask Miss Bogart if she would come and bring a young lady with her for purposes of prostitution.'' When Nella and another girl, Pat D'Amico, 19, arrived, they registered at the hotel as mother and daughter, and got right to work. G.E.-Man Rinker picked up the tab for their suite-the customers picked up the tab for -their services. Two months later another call went out to Nella, this time...
Patrick Kingsgrant is a junior at Harvard, class of '51, and a freshman at life. His right arm was slightly crippled at birth, so Pat goes out for the football team and damages his right knee. This test of manhood merely inflames his ego; he enrolls in a creative-writing course. A story about his "true friends" and eccentrically named roommates, David Tall Man and Snowjob Porter, convinces the professor that Pat is a "born writer." But daddy Kingsgrant, a Yankee lawyer with a Park Avenue penthouse and a mind like a safety-deposit box, is not so easily...
Simultaneously, Pat has fallen in love with Anna van Neerdaam. whose ancestors came over with Peter Stuyvesant. When their kissing sessions turn serious, Pat develops qualms, for he is a Roman Catholic and Anna is not. The religious tracts he urges upon her not only fail to resolve her doubts but turn her skittish on the question of marrying...
...course of The Sin of Pat Muldoon, playwright John McLiam has the hero reach through the window of his Santa Clara, California, home to pluck an orange from a tree growing in the back yard. Somewhat later he informs the audience that redwoods grow along the town's main street. I am prepared to testify that in my ten years' residence in the San Francisco Bay Area I have not seen a single orange tree there, and that no redwoods stand in the center of Santa Clara. It would, though, be a pleasure to forgive Mr. McLiam his horticultural inaccuracies...