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...Kennedy Bill, which would correct many of the short-comings of present unemployment compensation programs, should be adopted. With an Administration unwilling to poke its nose too far into the economy for fear of smelling something unpleasant, effective and automatic stabilizers might well exceed the value of Eisenhower's economic acrobatics...
...awkward embarrassment that clogged his youth. Wilt shot up to his spectacular height between the ages of 13 and 16, but he always tried to trim himself down to the rest of the boys by insisting he was only 6 ft. n in. tall. Now he can even poke fun at his "little brother" Wilbert, who is only 6 ft. 5 in. "Nothing to him," says Wilt. When a stranger accosts him and says, "Wilt, can I ask you a question?", The Stilt proudly interrupts. "That's right," he says. "Over seven feet." His opponents insist he is three...
...Live TV has that little element of human fallibility," Singer Dinah Shore once said. "If you make a mistake, you can use that old ham bone and capitalize on it." Last week Dinah almost got knocked off-camera by a playful poke in the ribs from Guest Star Jimmy Durante, but Dinah's ham bone was up to it; gasping with laughter, she bounced back to make it seem a small bonus in an hour of unpremeditated fun. Week to week, just such spontaneity fuses with a haunting vocal talent to make blonde (since 1944) Dinah Shore the nicest...
...solemnity of the classic ballet, are free and relaxed, like those of children racing in and out of games. The dancers tie themselves up in little knots and delight in getting out of them gracefully. As the music mocks itself-in a trumpet jeer or a pizzicato poke-the dancers mock the music with a hop, skip or bump. Most dramatic bits: Canadian-born Melissa Hayden's stunning solo variation and a languorous, sensual pas de deux exquisitely danced by Virginia-born Diana Adams and Arthur Mitchell, a talented Negro member of the company. The whole work takes less...
...critic, a case of "the bland leading the bland." TV's Pepsi-Cola girl, Polly Bergen, got mired down in embarrassingly labored exchanges with a shrill, scenery-chewing "panel" of other show folk, and only when she used her high but lilty voice did her seductive talents poke through. The Hit Parade was back (in stunning color for the 200,000 color-set owners), with a bevy of new performers led by young, moist-eyed Jill Corey, whose vocal renderings come with a lush, built-in sob. On the densely populated show called The Big Record, moonfaced Patti Page...