Word: pies
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...short-haired fellow with a kumquat nose, a moron-the-merrier expression, a crushed stovepipe hat, buttoned collar and huge bow tie. His métier is sick slapstick. He gets laughs by biting off a neighbor's hangnail or hitting an old lady with a custard pie-not in the face, but up under her arm, as if the pie were a small bucket...
Actually, it is an ordinary pie crust full of shaving cream, and 36-year-old Soupy Sales (born Milton Hines) makes about $150,000 a year largely for his exploitation of this antic vaudeville wheeze. He can fill up five minutes of TV air time simply getting schlopped with pie after pie. Who likes the act? Hordes of juvenile and juvenile-minded viewers-also, it appears, Frank Sinatra. And what Sinatra likes, the Clan likes and loyally supports...
LOVE AND BE SILENT, by Curfis Harnock (246 pp.; Harcourt, Brace & World; $4.50). Strangers may think that Kaleburg, Iowa, is just a "Siberian collection of buildings," but to Farmer Robert Schneider it means pie and coffee at the Kaleburg Kafé, dances at the Cornflower Ballroom, high old times in Buzzy Burns's tavern, with its row of convenient cabins out back. His wife Donna is both high-spirited and indecisive, but he settles her down with a tumbling succession of babies. His spinster sister Alma proves more difficult. She falls in love with soft-spoken Roger Larkin...
...Switzerland," Truman (Breakfast at Tiffany's) Capote, 37, came down from the mountain with a personal Baedeker for a British newsman. "Venice," he began, "is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go. Too, too rich. London is delicious, soggy steak and kidney pie. If I stay here too long, I become physically ill." But even the merest aroma of Paris turned Capote's delicate tummy. "I hate it. Last year I drove 150 miles to avoid even the outskirts. The Parisians didn't like me, and I didn't like the Parisians...
...Pie and Arithmetic. Inside the four octagonal, glass-sided buildings, classes are in session: arithmetic is cutting up an apple pie and observing how it disappears as it is eaten. The children may lie on the floor and chat with each other while the teacher recites the lesson and, if even that bores them, they are free to wander outside to play among the jungle gyms, the playboats and sandboxes, the swings and the barbecue pit. If a teacher asks for a composition, she is the one who gets out the pad and pencil; the student will dictate...