Word: plays
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...organ play . . . Pass up bridge or picture show, your
...tennis balls, the whisper of sneakers on trim grass courts, the tinkle of ice in frost-beaded glasses still recall the long-gone white-flannel age of the courts. There, next week, a lanky jumping jack of a girl who grew up in the slums of Harlem will play tennis. She may not belong to any of the clubs that run the tournament, but this year the tournament belongs to her. Behind Althea Gibson, women's tennis curves off into mediocrity: without her, the U.S. Lawn Tennis Association would not have much of a show...
...year old in 1928 when her parents decided that Manhattan's swarming West 143rd Street offered more opportunity than their cotton-poor farm in Silver, S.C. (in New York, her father went to work in a garage). The Gibsons' block between Lenox and Seventh Avenues was a play street, and in summer the white lines for paddle tennis and shuffleboard slid out over the baking asphalt to hold in the aimless kids. An instructor-supervisor sent up by the Police Athletic League divided his time as the situation demanded -part coach and part friendly...
Althea's sister Millie (she has three sisters and a brother) recalls: "Althea was out in the street all the time. We used to have to drag her back into the house. When other girls were putting on lipstick, she was playing stickball. When she got a whipping, she never cried. She just stood there and took it." At P.S. 136, Althea was a chronic truant; she played hooky and played Softball with the boys in Central Park. She also played forward on a basketball team called "The Mysterious Five," which practiced at the 134th Street Boys Club...
Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter? (20th Century-Fox) easily slides home as the year's most hilarious movie. It will vastly amuse, if not stupefy, all who adore or detest television and the institution of advertising. Bearing virtually no kinship to George Axelrod's play of the same name, this Success, a happy direct descendant of custard-pie slapstick, is one of the silliest strings of sight-and-sound gags ever to jounce through the sober inhibitions of staid latter-day Hollywood. Producer-Director-Writer Frank Tashlin, a onetime Disney cartoonist and sketching fabulist (The Bear That Wasn...