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...High Adventure with Lowell Thomas (CBS, 8-9 p.m.). The old vagabond reporter takes his color cameras north on the trail of the Alaskan gold rush, from placer mining on Porcupine Creek to Jazz Singer Hattie in Juneau's Red Dog Saloon...
...poet, Robert William Service never sought the level of Percy Bysshe Shelley, would have been as out of place on Parnassus as Shelley in a Klondike saloon. The rhymes that made Service a millionaire w'ooed none of the nine Muses. They reek of male shenanigans and sweat, roar like a Yukon avalanche, teem with rude and lusty characters: Claw-Fingered Kitty, Chewed-Ear Jenkins. Muck-Luck Mag, Blasphemous Bill Mackie. Dangerous Dan McGrew. "Rhyming has my ruin been," Robert Service once wrote, falling unconsciously into the balladeer's inversion. "With less deftness I might have produced real...
Britain's Eric Portman is excellent as Cornelius Melody, a vainglorious Irishman who has quit the auld sod, risen to glory in Wellington's armies, been cashiered and is now living out his disgrace as a shabby saloon keep in the Boston of the 1820's. Helen Hayes survives her own saccharine whimsy as the harassed biddy married to a ruined cavalier, and Kim Stanley is impressive in the role of the old man's pride-ridden daughter. New Haven critics and audiences were divided, but "Con" Melody's brogue should still make...
...came along, name of Hecht and Lancaster, who wanted to do a picture about a fat Italian butcher boy -a real sweet kid, but lonesome. Ernie read for the part, and he was in. This guy Ernie did not just play Marty; he was Marty, sitting around the corner saloon with his cronies, drinking beer and saying: "So waddayawanna do tonight...
...whole new class of TV-age entertainers-the just-talkers. But his appeal has little in common with Steve Allen's brash sidewalk zaniness or Arthur Godfrey's somnolent saloon drone. When Paar appears on screen, there is an odd, hesitant hitch to his stride. For a split self-effacing second he is a late arrival, worried that he has blundered into the wrong party. His shy smile-he has developed one of the shiest smiles in the business-seems to ask a question: "Is this applause for me?" Then he remembers: he is really the host. Almost...