Word: skull
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Canadian-born hero, Johnny Pascoe, has been barnstorming the world since 1915 and, now in his 60s, operates a small airfield at back-country Buxton in Tasmania. Flying a mercy mission to rescue a child stricken with appendicitis, Pascoe crashes on a barren stretch of the Tasmanian coast. His skull is fractured, and he is tended only by the child's distraught mother, but his friends rally round. Chief of these is Ronnie Clarke, who volunteers to fly in a doctor through rough weather, over mountains and along the unmapped coast...
...trooped bobby-soxers and Brahmins, camera-slung tourists, oilmen and stenographers and schoolteachers. One need be neither Catholic nor Christian to be received, and the white-robed Holy Father walked among them all, making brief small talk in six languages, handing out holy medals, even exchanging his white silk skull cap with some visitor who had brought one for the purpose. The New York Times's late Anne O'Hare McCormick described him thus: "He is straight, strong, taut as a watch spring, thin as a young tree, but tranquil and tranquilizing -a Gothic figure whose vestments fall...
...face. There were tears in his eyes. He cleared his throat, blew his nose, and went on. "After that they came thick and fast. Sometimes the phone rang before I had relinquished my grip on the newly-cradled receiver. Marrowitz, Marrowitz, Marrowitz, roared in a tumultuous crescendo inside my skull. Finally I fled into the unknown morning, vaguely seeking surceace in Sever Hall with Uzbek Studies 229. It was ghastly--so ghastly I cannot talk about it. The obscene rites that there transpired, as registered on my fear-crazed brain by my blear-hazed eyes have completed the utter rout...
Hero Griffith earns his nickname when he shaves his skull egg-bald in hopes of growing thicker hair. When not engaged in scalping himself, he bangs pans by day and bumblefoots around the local talent (Felicia Farr) by night, but hits stormy weather on both fronts. His chief cook (Walter Matthau), a sardonic old coot with a mania for cinnamon rolls, marries the girl. Then Cookie ships out for convoy duty, and Griffith finds himself heating up both the gal and the gallery...
...skull Laid him stretched out and split...