Word: tonsils
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...small nightclub on weekends, and she began to develop a style. Says Cartoonist Walt ("Pogo") Kelly: "She was a real dish of Yo-Kan, a cute little, sweet little bean cake. She could have licked the brass section of Phil Spitalny's all-girl orchestra with one tonsil...
...least of Conway Twitty's talents, Seat soon discovered, was his ability to compose new songs without straining a tonsil. "Down in Fort Lauderdale," Conway recalls, "I went to sleep one night and dreamed of a song. I jumped out of bed and jotted down the words. Then I hummed the tune." Result: a song he called Not for Me, which he has yet to record. "I was at the Flamingo Lounge in Hamilton, Ont. last February," Conway says, "and I went up to the office during intermission and wrote It's Only Make Believe in seven minutes...
Author Marquand's mellow, witty writing sticks as close to the characters' speech as a tonsil, as close to their skins as a T shirt. He really loves them all, with good reason. Their camaraderie is real and appealing, as is their occasional touch of middle-aged resignation (sometimes known as wisdom). Marquand suggests that the country club is an oasis of sanity shut away "from a few of the more unpleasant realities that surround us." With its parking spaces achoke, its locker rooms asweat, its bars awash, and a loyal barkeep resolutely giving the little woman...
...whole world was at war, but there in the headlines was The Voice, The Verce, The Larynx, The Tonsil, The Bony Baritone, The Sultan of Swoon-"none other" (as Jimmy Durante expressed it) "than Moonlight Sinatra." Radio comics gnawed ecstatically on the famous skinnybones. "The pipestem Caruso." "He has to pass a place twice before he casts a shadow." "I know the food here is lousy," cracked Phil Silvers as Frank walked onstage in their Army show, "but this is ridiculous...
...show's female impersonators, who have always kept ahead of the torso problem, acknowledged defeat last week in the tonsil division. Baffled in their quest for someone to deliver a blood-curdling scream from the wings in the Act One Frankenstein scene, Pudding casters had vainly tried out every boy in the Club...