Word: though
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week, he made his second try with Breakfast With Burrows (Mon. 9:30 p.m., E.D.T., CBS). His explanation of the seeming contradiction between time and title: "I get up late." The show comes from his "little apartment located high above the ceiling price" and, though it is a breakfast show, Burrows says: "I got no canary, there's nobody here named Tex, and there will be absolutely no cheerfulness." For his premiere, Burrows wound up with a big production number: a Burrows version of Hamlet, adapted for Hollywood ("Hamlet is upset because he doesn't like...
Casey Stengel was floating on a fleecy cloud. In his managerial cubbyhole at Yankee Stadium, Casey reclined dreamily upon a sofa, his short, crooked legs crossed, his gnarled hands clasped behind his head. "Best ball club I ever had," he kept repeating softly, as though he liked the sound of the words. Last week, at the season's halfway mark, his New York Yankees were leading the American League by six games...
...buffoon, had stopped clowning. He had not been thrown out of a game all season. When his star, Joe DiMaggio, was counted out with a sore heel before the season opened, Casey camouflaged his fears. A knowing wink was all anybody got out of him though Casey knew least of anybody what he was winking about...
...Though the summer's first heat wave helped the sales of Goodall Co.'s famed lightweight Palm Beach suits, it left Goodall's President Elmer L. Ward cold as a haddock. To clear the decks for a new, improved suit this fall, he decided to slash his "fair-trade" (i.e., fixed) prices by 29%, from...
...years since James Joyce gave the world, in Ulysses, his great experiment in stream-of-consciousness writing. Baxter Bernstein not only recalls the horde of little streamlets that bubbled up in the master's wake but proves once & for all that though the great original is still alive and glowing, its imitations are only fit to be dropped thhhh into the cuspidor...