Word: prop
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...mother, his wife Sue. His profession was screenwriting, for which he received as much as $3,500 a week, $40,000 a script. He reached Hollywood from West Terre Haute, Ind. 27 years ago, with 50? in his pocket and experience as coal miner and sign painter. As extra, prop boy, sign and scenery painter, gag man, director, producer, he grew up fabulously with the fabulous movie business...
...Division has lately spent $200,000 for recreation and welfare, hopes soon to get $2,500,000 more from Congress. Biggest morale prop is the cinema: the Division already has more than 100 theatres at Army posts, expects to set up many more in new camps for conscripts and National Guardsmen. Colonel Pfeil has found that soldiers prefer Westerns, Hedy Lamarr, Ann Sheridan (in that order), dislike Connie Bennett and English actors...
...chewed quietly upon a wad of gum, as did her three bridesmaids. Constantly eased out of camera range by Bridegroom Hazen, Miss Padelford was only occasionally visible on the television screen. Municipal Judge Joseph Marchetti, who performed the ceremony, was inundated with confetti (rice will not televise) by a prop man with deplorable aim. After the service, while the organ moaned through Lohengrin, relatives of the bride and groom made a mad rush to congratulate the newlyweds...
Warner jokers once hung signs on a Curtiz set reading "English Broken Here," "Curtiz Spoken Here." Some Curtizisms: "Next time I send some fool for something I go myself," "Sit a little bit more femine (feminine)," "Act easy-go-lucky." Prop boys on a Curtiz set are supposed to know that "boy cows" are not steers but cow boys. Malapropism is not Curtiz' only peculiarity. He addresses everyone at Warner's up to Bette Davis as "you bum," gives the best borscht bawlings-out in the business. He takes no lunch, tried to coax actors to have...
...celebrated tales of Baron Munchausen (published in 1785) are excellent and resourceful lies, but they lack conviviality. This could never be said of the stories of F. Dogbody, Surgeon, late of His Majesty's Navy, who passed his evenings after 1817 in the Cheerful Tortoise, Will Tunn Prop., Portsmouth. Doctor Dogbody's stories concerning his peg leg and how he acquired it were told over fine Port Royal rum to a circle of old seamen like himself, fully able to check his reminiscences of ships, battles, commanders. Such was the Doctor's art and agility that nobody...