Word: tales
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Just as refreshing in its easygoing way was Red Gulch, a U.S. Steel Hour (Tues. 9:30 p.m. E.D.T., ABC-TV) adaptation of the Bret Harte short story. Franchot Tone and Teresa Wright starred in this tale of a hard-drinking newspaper editor and a high-minded Philadelphia schoolmarm who meet in a frontier town in 1885. The editor has a carefree habit of lying around drunk in the gutter a good bit of the time, and the schoolmarm, a fairly stuffy type, is tempted to go back to Philadelphia, especially when she is told that her editor friend...
...first the interviews were unproductive; Jim missed many, or showed up hostile and taciturn for others. But the counselors steadily broke down his resistance over a six-month period by treating him as an adult and convincing him that they would not violate his confidences. Then the disturbing tale of Jim's life began to come to light...
...admiring audience. Appropriately enough, it was Heavyweight Paul Anderson who made the biggest hit. The 22-year-old titan from Toccoa. Ga. looked for all the world like a living caricature of Humphrey Pennyworth, the comic-strip strongman. Here in the flesh was the giant of a capitalist fairy tale. Almost as wide as he is high (5 ft. 10 in., 340 Ibs.), Anderson toyed with the big bar bells and set two world records in the process. "We rarely have such weights lifted," said the solemn Russian announcer as Anderson hoisted 402.41 Ibs. in the two-hand press...
...Wives' Tale. In East Liverpool, Ohio, after he had been fined $50 and costs for blacking the eye of his estranged wife, Clarence Cobb complained to the judge: "She knew I was a coon hunter and a drinker before we were married, and she never said a word; afterward, it was just...
...glitteringly ironic piece called The Wearin' of the Green, Jim Plunkett can mount as savage an attack on his country's new nationalist ruling class as the most delirious Liffeyside rabble-rouser could croak for. When in another mood, as in a spine-stiffening tale of men ratting and fighting against Britain's unforgotten Black and Tans, he can brew the strong, peat-smoked stuff of Irish patriotism. But most of these stories, dealing with humble Dubliners, plead nothing more special than the heartbreak of man's own making. A clerk breaks a leg running...