Word: peeped
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...alike for items. But what buzzes along the prison grapevine, wise Lifer Whitsitt lets severely alone. One night last fortnight the grapevine crackled with details of an attempted jailbreak, in which six escaping prisoners killed a guard. Of this black-type story, the Radio Gazette has broadcast not a peep. Says young Lifer Whitsitt: "I'm no Walter Winchell...
...this nostalgic peep backward by Hollywood at its age of innocence, 20th Century-Fox studios appropriated $2,000,000, took more than three months for shooting, built 80 sets (average for a feature is 40), replaced the 1913 custard pie with a new-style, squshier, stickier, whipped-cream pie, summoned oldtime Pie-slinger Buster Keaton to hurl 56 of them; called in Mack Sennett, Chester Conklin, Jed Prouty, many another old-timer to impersonate themselves, resurrected Keystone Cops* and Bathing Beauties, the bewitchingly crossed eyes of Bartender Ben Turpin. Many a fan sat twice through the heartthrob antics...
Last year W. H. Auden and Christopher Isherwood, talenty, touted young English poets and amateur leftists, went to China to see what all the shooting was about. First peep at Canton's muddy West River reminded the boys of the Severn. Next peep showed them the crews of U.S. and British gunboats playing football ("hairy, meat-pink men with powerful buttocks...
...broadcasting business generally was comfortably in the black for 1938, a peep at who made how much revealed some disquieting statistics. Of the 660 stations in business, 419 made money, one broke even, and 240 were in the red. Of the luckless 240, 175 were "teakettle" stations doing a time-sales business of less than $25,000 a year, most of them low-wattage local stations. The 350 network-affiliated stations as a group had 77% of the industry's revenue...
...Negro show like its Federal Theatre rival, The Hot Mikado kisses the Old Boys good-by at about the eighth bar of the first song, turns Titipu into a dance hall before latecomers are in their seats, makes Yum-Yum, Pitti-Sing and Peep-Bo carry on like three little maids from reform school, and finishes Act I in an uproar when Katisha busts in, no hatchet-faced termagant, but an eye-rolling, hip-shaking, torch-singing Red Hot Mama...