Word: poppings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Segregationist by creed but able lawyer by profession, Mississippi's Governor James Plemon Coleman is no man to fool around with racist lawlessness. Last month, when a bunch of masked toughs broke into a jail at Poplarville (pop. 2,500) to abduct and kill an accused Negro rapist named Mack Charles Parker, Governor Coleman acted swiftly and sensibly: he asked the Federal Bureau of Investigation to enter the case. From that point on, event followed event with the predictability of a Pearl White flicker...
Gaudy old Galveston (pop. 75,000) has been a wide-open sin city and the gaudy shame of Texas since the days when Pirate Jean Lafitte made it his island playground. Prostitution flourishes in the houses of Post Office Street, one of the last unabashed red-light districts in the nation. After-hours gin mills and gambling joints thrive in defiance of Texas laws, under the tacit protection of kickback-hungry city officials. From time to time, ambitious reformers have made feeble efforts to clean up Galveston, but the town has always quickly returned to its wicked ways, partly because...
...remembered as one of the least fortunate maneuvers in British military history (over 2,000 British casualties, 71 American) and as the springboard that launched General Andrew Jackson on his way to the presidency. It now enjoys a third distinction as the subject of a pop disk, The Battle of New Orleans (Columbia), which has sold some threequarter million copies in less than a month. The recorded Battle is the handiwork of Louisiana Country Singer Johnny Horton, but the song has been played by bayou fiddlers for generations. Singer Horton toned down the original verses ("They lost their pants...
Other new pop records...
...picnic takes place on the go-acre estate of one "Pop" Larkin (Paul Douglas), a beer-bellied, golden-hearted. Godsend-payday paragon of the old-fashioned vices: civic irresponsibility and the right to shirk. Inevitably, the Internal Revenue Service (Tony Randall) tries to catch up with him. "I'd like to look at your books," says tight-lipped Tony, the perfect black-shoe bureaucrat. Douglas looks puzzled. "I don't do much reading," he replies. But Tony forges ahead, deeper and deeper into a slough of Southern hospitality...