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Unrehearsed as usual, M. C. Paco Malgesto sauntered into his Mexico City TV studio only 30 minutes before show time, glanced vaguely over the program and took to the air. Up wriggled his guest, an Uruguayan beauty queen named Eda Lorna. She was muffled in a red velvet robe from chin to trim ankle. "It says here," said Malgesto politely, "that you dance the mambo in ballet style." Eda impatiently corrected him: "I dance the mambo in sexy style," dramatically ripped off her robe and with only a G-string to protect her from studio drafts, did her routine. Frantically...
After three weeks without a government, logic demanded that France find a solution to her current parliamentary crisis. Grudgingly the politicians slipped into their red velvet seats in the National Assembly to hear what Premier-designate Maurice Bourgès-Maunoury had to say for himself. Alone on the bench where tradition requires candidate Premiers to sweat out their ordeal, youthful (42), high-domed little Bourgès-Maunoury had an attack of stage fright...
Bandwagons in Mayfair. Unity, if it comes at all, will have to be achieved by agreement among the colorful chief delegates: tall, aristocratic Alhaji Ahmadu, the Islamic and potent Sardauna of Sokoto, an Arabian Nights figure in a billowing green turban and red velvet robe, whose Moslem Hausas consider the pagans of the South no better than savages; boyish, chubby-faced Yoruba Chieftain Obafemi Awolowo, one of the shrewdest political minds in Africa and an ardent champion of regional self-government for his own people; scholarly and ambitious Dr. Nnamdi ("Zik") Azikiwe, the rich and demagogic U.S.-educated favorite...
...investigate its lace-curtain vices. The Schwetzingen Festival (near Heidelberg) gave Composer Egk a handsome, cartoon-style production (by noted Stage Director Gunther Rennert), with the opera's townspeople outlandishly garbed in a mid-19th century assortment of green swallow-tailed coats, crimson velvet caps and propeller-sized bow ties. As the townspeople press money and the favors of their womenfolk on the "inspector"-in the end, of course, he turns out to be merely an amiable, drink-swilling traveler -Composer Egk accompanies them with a staccato, dissonant score pricked by brisk and frequently shifting rhythms. Old-fashioned opera...
...grown up and fallen in and out of love listening to him sing on records or radio. After thumping a piano in brothels around the country, then touring in vaudeville, Gene began recording, and chiefly between 1924 and 1930 sold 86 million records. Barrel-shaped but still velvet-throated at 56, Tenor Austin, singing the sound track, brought back the nostalgic old daze as he crooned some of the songs he made famous: My Blue Heaven, Melancholy Baby, Ain't She Sweet, How Come You Do Me Like You Do, Yes Sir, That's My Baby...