Word: whee
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Died. Harpo Marx, 75, wackiest and most wonderful of the four Marx Brothers, a master of madhouse pantomime in battered plug hat and shocking pink wig, whose endless trove of sight gags (a skirt needs straightening? Whee! Cut it off.) and leering, horn-honking, pinching pursuit of squeaking blondes kept a generation of Americans in helpless laughter-and a thousand comedians trying to top him; following heart surgery; in Hollywood. Behind the idiot grin, Harpo (real name: Adolph) was a witty, gentle soul, married to one woman for life, and the doting father of four adopted children; he was also...
...Treasure Island with Large John Saliver, Small Jack Hawkins, Blind Jew, Cpt. Smellit and Sten Gunn. "As far as I'm conceived," he says on the book jacket, "this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I've ever ready." A larf all the whee to Barclays', no dute...
...Valley. Over fields of flax reddened by a dawning sun, thousands upon thousands of mourning doves wheeled and circled, their whistling wings deepening the sense of speed. Below, Cattleman Virgil Torrance tightened his grip on a 12-gauge single-barreled shotgun. The doves' cries were tender and doleful: "Whee-eet, whee-eet, whee-eet." Torrance smiled: "When I hear that, it's all I can do to pull the trigger." And he proceeded to blaze away...
...coffee, tiptoes Clerk Danny Kaye. He has okayed the membership application of a tax-rapped mobster, and he has got to retrieve the card from the Master File before it is mailed out. First the buttons: thack-thack; then the lever: slank. The wheels begin to turn: whumble-whumble-whee. But instead of surrendering the card, the omnivorous machine snaps at Danny's black knit tie and starts dragging him into its transistorized innards. Like a hooked tarpon, Danny runs with the line, is reeled back in, leaps, dives, tail-walks, snaps free just as he is coming...
...gulls can be heard in the morning, and there are crokers in the Lowell courtyard. By the Charles grow pussywillows; the balloon man is coming. Far and whee...