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...rating up to 43.7-highest in two years. Actor Charles Laughton, his glib tongue in his dumpling cheek, introduced Elvis with: "Ed insisted I give a high tone to the proceedings," then, to the frenzied shrieks of the teenagers, let Hillbilly Presley take over. Crooner Presley, sideburns dripping with sweat and goose grease, mumbled through three songs, gave his guitar a thorough clouting, contorted his mouth suggestively and his pelvis more so. When it was over, parents and critics, as usual, did a lot of futile grumbling at the vulgarity of this strange new phenomenon that must somehow be reckoned...
...start, when Paul Butler surprised everybody by banging the gavel on time. And in a sense, TV itself could be blamed for much of the tedium. Almost every speaker, painfully conscious of the camera's eye, addressed himself to "you who are watching TV." The galluses, the sweat, the unguarded gestures, the open shirts and bold-patterned ties were gone for good...
From the day the businessman checks into the health center and is issued his sweat pants until he leaves for home with a plan for daily exercise, he will be under close medical scrutiny and a Spartan regimen laid out by a board of 21 physicians. A 7 a.m. phone call will awaken him for 7:30 breakfast. Then he will bend, stretch, stoop in 30 minutes of calisthenics, plunge into steam and Finnish baths, face up to an "iron virgin"−drenching device which bombards the body with water from high-pressure jets. And after throwing medicine balls, punching...
When you're alone in the middle of the night and you wake in a sweat and a hell of a fright When you're alone in the middle of the bed and you wake like someone hit you on the head You've had a cream of a nightmare dream and you've got the hoo-ha's coming to you . . . And perhaps you're alive And perhaps you're dead...
...Father. Fernand Gerard Doucin is a punctual insomniac who wakes promptly at 5 a.m. and gives his entire life an hour's third degree before lapsing back into troubled sleep. He often wakes in a sweat from a repetitive dream in which he bashes in his father's head with an ax. Like most of his dreams, this is quite out of keeping with Fernand's daytime self. By day he is a timid bank clerk with little hope and no desire for promotion, and equally small fears of being fired. He is dumpy, bald...