Word: tv
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...come from the black community, "Cut out, stay out, stay off, shut up. get off our backs," reads one, "or your relatives in the Middle East will find themselves giving benefits to raise money to help you get out from the terrible weight of an enraged black community." On TV, Shanker said that his union was trying to prevent "a Nazi takeover of the schools...
...wide audience. Disturbed by evidence of anti-Semitism among Negroes that came with the ghetto riots-when Jewish shops were selectively burned-many Jews felt outrage at both Rhody McCoy and Lindsay, who had championed decentralization. The city's atmosphere, said Lindsay in a citywide TV address, "has in the last week degenerated into intolerable racial and religious tension." William Booth, chairman of the city's Human Rights Commission, was even more specific: "Every day this strike goes on, things are getting worse. You can sense there is much more antiwhite feeling among blacks and much more anti...
...Schrafft's recent TV commercials features a trio of shapely girls attired in miniskirts, and asks: "Have you seen the little old ladies in Schrafft's lately?" The chain's Warhol pitch is scheduled to be aired on New York stations starting next month, and Shattuck says proudly that "we haven't got just a commercial. We've acquired a work...
Died. Bea Benaderet, 62, character actress, who starred as the folksy, warmhearted Kate Bradley in TV's Petticoat Junction; of lung cancer; in Los Angeles. After years of bending her voice on radio into every accent from Brooklyn to the Ozarks as a comic foil for Fibber McGee and Molly, and Jack Benny, Bea finally got a chance to show her face on TV. In 1950, she appeared as Blanche Morton on The George Burns-Gracie Allen Show and in 1962, as Cousin Pearl on The Beverly Hillbillies, before graduating to Petticoat Junction...
Long ago, on Sunday afternoons, before TV antennas took root on America's rooftops, before Y. A. Tittle or Bart Starr or Jimmy Brown could create their instant mythology for the eyes of millions, a man often communed with his family or made a pilgrimage to nature to find solace for his workaday existence. Sometimes he went to a saloon or a ballpark. But now, each autumn Sunday, he turns to the TV set, and enjoys the drunken exhilaration of victories by Chargers, or Giants, or Packers. It is there, says First-Novelist Frederick Exley, 38, that contemporary...