Word: saloons
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Some people are happy in their delusions, and Bobby Short is one of them: he insists upon calling himself a saloon singer. Oh, yes, he will admit, there is no sawdust on the floor of Manhattan's Café Carlyle, where he has been singing and playing the piano for the past 13 years. And, yes, he always works in a dinner jacket tailored on Savile Row-one of ten that hang in his closet. Still, he is quite certain that he is, was and always has been a saloon singer. But then, for all anyone knows, the Queen...
Besides, he says, it is harder to keep up a saloon singer's schedule at 56 than it was at 30. "When I was younger and able to cope with it all, this kind of success seemed elusive," he says. "It was something I dreamed about in those days. Singing is harder to do now." His friends are not convinced. "Bobby has the image of himself as being worn out," scoffs Radio Producer Jean Bach. "It isn't true." And Short himself seems uncertain. "A friend of mine told me that I'm a constant fountain...
Conservative intellectuals are aficionados of the wink, full of rollicking good fun, by nature a sly sort. Hence, the masthead of The American Spectator contains the following witticisms: it lists a "chief saloon correspondent," and makes the contention that "Solitary, Poor, Nasty, Brutish and Short" has been reatained as the periodical's legal counsel. And that...
Nemorino loves Adina, hotel owner and belle of a small town in the West. The West of what is never specified, and the saloon's stained-glass windows, the standard Italian names, clash oddly with the smattering of tagged-on Harvard jokes to keep the setting questionable. Adina shuns Nemorino's attentions and smiles instead on Sergeant Belcore, a grimacing, pillow-stuffed dandy who has just marched into town and showered her with his military...
...capital's most popular discos plans to open a C & W establishment in Georgetown. The venture will be aimed at what O'Harro calls "Government superchic, not rednecks." While conservative Washingtonians are more attuned to Blue Moon than bluegrass, O'Harro is confident that his Saddletramp saloon will be a boomer. As Ronald Reagan's rancheros take over the town, western chic may be a capital gain. -By Michael Demarest