Word: stuffs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...heard of Madame Pompadour, you've heard of Madame DuBarry. Now dig Madame Curie, the greatest madame of them all!" From their turkey Bonanza Bound, they resurrect Inspiration, which credits women with inspiring great men through the ages. "That's enough of that Oriental stuff," cries Betty as Composer Rimsky-Korsakov's wife. "Just look around you in your own backyard." Suddenly she sees a backyard bee, screams, and Adolph frantically pursues the pest while buzz-buzzing The Flight of the Bumblebee...
...reached out with a long pin. "Course I shoot the gun," drawled the punctured marshal. "I just don't use live ammunition." But even worse to the critics was Earp's de-Westernized act of crooning love songs in top hat and tails, plus some other "sissy stuff" of smooching with leggy gals all over the stage. Fumed Actor O'Brian: "So I kiss a girl, this is a crime? I'm a red-blooded American boy. Besides, I kiss the horse at the beginning of the show...
...fired a slug from pistol or bottle. The British sociologists still saw much room for improvement: better dramas outside the dog-cowboy-detective formulas, more attention to girls (half the audience). Meanwhile, as the London Daily Mirror's "Cassandra" put it: "The appalling mediocrity of most of the stuff that gets on to the TV screen just passes over our kids' heads. Fine...
...minds of most people puppets are kid stuff, and few U.S. puppeteers care to argue. Two who do: tousled Bil Baird, a gentle Midwesterner who looks like a shop teacher in a progressive school, and his sloe-eyed actress wife Cora. Early this month, on TV, they clinched the argument with ABC's delightful, top-rated Art Carney Meets Peter and the Wolf (TIME, Dec. 8), which gave millions of adults a chance to watch the Bairds' marionette fish, their nose-wrinkling rabbits, and even a Baird cat climbing a tree-all funny rather than cute. Next Baird...
...crying in his later letters, but Belloc was seldom a bore. With his grave devotion to his religion went a fanatical belief in wine, which he liked to drink "to the Glory of God and the confusion of my enemies." He was not halfhearted in his piety toward the stuff. Off and on, over 20 years, he polished a poem in praise of wine. He found it a symbol of the good things of life denied by Puritan religions or by "Islam, furtive enemy of the soul." He said: "May I reach the Kitchen in Heaven and drink with...