Word: raucous
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...first, Susanna and the Elders, was a trifle doughy. In Willie the Weeper, a raucous tale about a reefer smoker, the action takes place "in Willie's untidy mind." In this dim and messy setting, there are a few too many busy dancers and singers; but Moross' blue and boogie backgrounds and a goofy song called I've Got Me make up for the flaws. Hit of the show was The Eccentricities of Davey Crockett, which began stickily with Davey's "miraculous birth," but got better every minute...
...Food. On the fourth day, Ike relaxed the security sufficiently to allow photographers to take pictures. He posed in a raucous red and black plaid jacket, called it "the Maclke tartan." But he turned down reporters' gambits on politics with a firm: "Not even no comment on no comment." Then, indicating a table being set for lunch, he grinned and cracked: "You can say I'm running for food." Roly-poly George Allen, his spirits dampened by a strict diet, was even more uncommunicative...
...bold kind of irrelevance that is a measure of her anxiety, Frau Leber-she is a Catholic and a Socialist-calls upon every international authority she can think of to witness Berlin's plight: the International Court, world Socialism, and the Catholic Church. (The Russian officer joins in raucous S.E.D. laughter at mention of the Pope...
...disconcerting chum, is also a neat bit of typecasting. She is Beverly Wills, 14, the strident, skinny daughter of strident, skinny Comedienne Joan Davis. Agent Polan vetoed more than 70 candidates before Beverly appeared, but Beverly was worth waiting for. With her mouthful of braces, untameable hair and raucous neigh, she out-fuffied Fuffy. Beverly is "just crazy" about Barbara, is trying to "develop more of a squeak - like my mother's." The program rates her ultimate gush : "I'd listen to it whether I were on it or not." Creator Benson...
Just before 9 o'clock one morning last week, 600 pickets blocked the doors of the New York Stock and Curb Exchanges. Raucous and cocky, they greeted brokers and clerks with jeers, catcalls and boos. Girls who went into the building entered into a bedlam of epithets such as "stinking tomato" and "scab bitch." Wall Street wondered what had happened: the pickets did not seem to be the white-collar clerks, runners and telephone operators of the A.F.L. United Financial Employes, who had called a strike at the exchanges. Most of them weren...