Word: walke
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Walk, Don't Run. In crowded Tokyo during the 1964 Olympic Games, a titled British industrial giant cannot find a hotel room. Noticing an APT TO SHARE ad on the embassy bulletin board, he orders his limousine over to the address given and starts one-upping a startled working girl...
Despite a wheezy plot that must be older than Gary Grant, Walk, Don't Run has the ageless advantage of Grant himself, a galloping 62 and perfectly cast as the anything-but-tired tycoon. A sort of magnate cum laude, Grant herein relinquishes his customary Romeo role to play Eros by proxy, and no man could play it better. Instead of making passes at his luscious roommate, Samantha Eggar, he sublets half of his half of her apartment to a lanky Olympic race-walker (Jim Mutton) and starts showing the younger generation how one thing can lead to another...
Richard E. Neustadt, director of the Kennedy Institute and a member of the three-man Presidential board which tried to avert the strike that has paralyzed five major airlines, called on the machinists, Saturday, to end their walk...
...months polishing her delivery. With Jane Morgan, they played up her sex appeal and styled her vocal treatments after Lillian Russell; with Teresa Brewer, they provided "lots of saloon songs arranged as if they were done 30 years ago." They teach their singers how and where to walk (glide, but never too close to the tables lest someone see sweat or telltale wrinkles), give them mildly risque parodies of such standards as Let's Do It and breezy between-song patter (says Duddy: "Most singers should not be allowed to ad-lib hello...
Arnold Toynbee, inarticulate and somber, lunching daily on one banana and two apples. Albert Einstein, vainly seeking one more climactic insight, trudging home, declining rides, saying, "I must walk. I must walk." Physicist Paul A. M. Dirac, coatless in the coldest weather, striding the grounds, muffler flying. Physicist Wolfgang Pauli, while sipping tea in the faculty lounge, writing non-existent equations on an imaginary blackboard, then rubbing them out with an equally imaginary eraser...