Word: stick
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...come to sad ends rather than bad ends. In Un Carbon Dansait, a slum-bred youngster dreams of being another Fred Astaire; Montand manages a brilliant satiric evocation of second-rate Astaire-the outflung white-gloved hands (without the gloves), the staccato rhythms tapped out on a walking stick like a hollow third leg, and the agitated centipede footwork interrupted with dazzling toothpasty smiles. The funniest number casts Montand as a feverish symphony conductor who snaps his baton, his Beethoven concert and his career in two to waltz off with a girl who cares only for waltzes. In sentimental Parisian...
...fast and this year he hopes to peddle 40 million gallons to make himself undisputed top bottle in the business. His methods shock the traditional winemakers. His stainless-steel vats and presses are by far the most technologically advanced in the world ("You won't find a stick of wood in our winery"); he pumps his wine by the millions of gallons through canvas hoses from tank to tank. He has taken to radio and television to advertise his wares with singing commercials ("Ripple-the wine with that ring-a-ding flavor . . . Oh-oh, that ring-a-ding taste...
Even the fine-wine producers will admit that some of the cheap table wines are sound value for their price. Gallo's Paisano, for example, is a passable vin ordinaire, even by French standards, and so is Petri's Viva Vino. For quality wines, the experts stick to the Napa Valley for reds, Livermore for whites and Sonoma for Rhines. Among the leaders: Louis Martini's Zinfandel and Folle Blanche, Inglenook's Cabernet Sauvignon, Wente Brothers' Sauvignon Blanc and Pinot Chardonnay, Charles Krug's Camay and Camay Beaujolais. California's sparkling wines...
...Saturday morning, and the big parade was about to begin. From the horns came tentative tootles as bandsmen warmed up, and here and there snapped the punctuating rap of snares. Off to one side, a little lipstuckup ten-year-old girl in a resplendent black uniform spun a shiny stick. Her perspiring mother hovered near by, brandishing a hairbrush. The little girl pursed her lips and swung her baton with the same concentration and faultless precision that another might devote to a game of jacks. The baton shot up and around as the girl flipped it into a neck roll...
...teams are almost more active-in regional and national competitions, before TV cameras, on the road-than the school footballers they complement. Their marching and twirling routines are in finitely more intricate than football plays, their costumes more beguiling, their pride and discipline more astonishing. For every struggling, prancing, stick-swinging, tail-twitching majorette in the nation, there are about too or so others who would give every Bobby Darin record they own to get on the squad. The searing competition carries into home and family. Costumes have to be sewn or bought (for as much as $100). Many mothers...