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Gunther starts his zip-clip saga in California, the Golden State ("ripe, golden, yeasty"), swings a great northeasterly arc across the Middle West to the Atlantic, drops south into the Cotton Belt, winds up down Texas-New Mexico-Arizona way, scattering his judgments as he goes. Samples...
...northernmost commercial station in the Western Hemisphere is on the air only three nights a week, gives its only day programs Saturday afternoon and Sunday. Programs consist chiefly of records, most of them old numbers donated by Aklavikans. Eskimos and Indians, says MacLeod, like cowboy songs best; whites prefer Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah and boogie-woogie. Sundays the station airs one church service after another-some in Eskimo and varying Indian dialects...
Most of this is kidded with all the subtlety of a fire alarm, though Philip Coolidge, as the dyspeptic professor, offers some deft deadpan satire. But Barefoot Boy, like its predecessors, trades mostly on zip, pace, and the sheer commodity value of youth itself. It gets a fair measure of these; but the Abbott trademark is beginning to seem perilously like a rubber stamp. And Barefoot Boy is very much poorer than its predecessors in the matter of music, and not quite so peppy in its dancing...
...Rothermeres' diehard Tory friends had for years spoken of Owen as "that notorious leftist." They could only hope that Esmond and Ann Rothermere knew what they were doing. At least, the Rothermeres knew what they wanted: more zip and more readers for the Daily Mail (now 1,900,000), which has lagged far behind Beaverbrook's giant Express (3,700,000) and the tabloid, Labor-loving Mirror (3,400,000) since the Government took the lid off circulations. Hard-handsome, hard-talking, hard-drinking Frank Owen, once an eager Beaver-boy himself, seemed...
...find two dead ducks which had been planted among the rushes across a 150-foot-wide bay. Shed waited calmly at the water's edge until he got the signal from Bakewell. Then he plunged bravely into chilly Crab Orchard Lake, but not with his old zip...