Word: touts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...something went amiss, and the Feds weren't saying what. Finally, early this month, Nebbia was dispatched to the U.S. to smooth out the trouble and get the huge bundle of heroin into circulation tout de suite. Desist came along on a different plane. The trio met in New York and went to Columbus, where Le Franc and Nebbia planned to take delivery on the long-overdue shipment. U.S. narcotics agents, who had been tipped off about the scheme, shadowed them all the way. They had hardly reached Columbus before they realized they were being followed, and hightailed...
Just for laughs, Jack Benny, Judy Canova, Phil Harris all used him-usually as the voice of a sleazy racetrack tout. But Kiss-of-Death Leonard, as he was beginning to be called, soon found himself in still another dying medium. Radio was moribund, television was thriving and once again Leonard was jobless. He had no compunction about trying his hand at TV scriptwriting. "The minimum price in those days was $550 for a half-hour show," Leonard recalls. "No respectable writer would sell for that, but I would." Leonard was no Paddy Chayefsky, but he was cheap...
...Filmways' Mr. Ed is not only a talking horse but an avid reader, which is why our palomino TV star flipped his hackamore after hoofing through TIME [July 23]. Whoever researched your story got a tip from a poor tout. Mr. Ed will indeed run for his fifth season...
Diamonds for Tears. The toast of tout Paris, Sarah accepted a diamond brooch from Alfonso XII of Spain, a necklace from Emperor Franz Josef, a fan from King Umberto of Italy, wore them all with élan. One admirer even ordered her a bicycle from Tiffany's studded with diamonds and rubies. Victor Hugo, after Sarah's performance in his play Hernani, wrote: "I wept. That tear ... is yours." He enclosed a tear-shaped diamond...
...half has been writing breathless, semi-surrealistic articles for Esquire and the New York Herald Tribune's Sunday magazine, New York. A collection of these pieces comes out this week as a $5.50 book called The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby. On the dust jacket the publishers tout Wolfe as quite a conversation piece: people "have been talking happily about him, singing his praises, debating about their favorite pieces, planning branches of The New Tom Wolfe Fan Club." Well, people have been talking unhappily about him, too, lampooning his literary mannerisms and planning branches...