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...hands did well enough. Balloon-shaped Jackie Gleason (Sat. 8 p.m., CBS) growled, grinned and blustered his way through a refreshingly lively one-hour situation comedy. Red Buttons (three Fridays a month, 8 p.m., NBC) returned with a hatful of new routines and old Bronx-accented characterizations. Old Trouper Jimmy Durante (Sat. 9:30 p.m., NBC) was as agile as ever. Groucho Marx was again quizmaster on You Bet Your Life (Thurs. 8 p.m., NBC) and insulting his guests while paying them money...
...Rusi went too, yelling such things as: "You're no pilgrims; you're Communist propagandists! You serve the Moscow atheists!" In Mecca (pop. 90,000) there are some 13,000 Moslem refugees from Russia, so Hamid and Rusi soon had plenty of help. Ripe tomatoes and Mohammedan Bronx cheers greeted the harassed Reds in Mecca's streets, and celebrities whom the Communists wanted to meet, among them Saudi Arabia's King Saud, refused to receive them. Hamid and Rusi were happy hadjis...
Harriman, noisily if not wisely, at the 1952 Democratic National Convention. Demonstrating that there is still no ill will between them, Roosevelt and Harriman (along with Bronx Borough President James Lyons) smiled happily for the cameras last week during a Democratic outing at the Saratoga races...
...Buckley are little known outside New York City, but they are big men in the rooms where New York Democratic decisions are made. De Sapio, Democratic national committeeman and the boss of Tammany Hall, will control at least 212 votes in the convention. U.S. Representative Buckley, boss of The Bronx, will walk in with 108. Some time before the convention begins on September 21, De Sapio and Buckley will make up their minds and pass along the word. Then the race will be over...
Hunched on the eastern shoulder of Manhattan, the grimy crest of Coogan's Bluff glowers across the Harlem River toward The Bronx. All day, traffic snarls past its littered slopes. Torn newspapers rustle in the limp breeze that swirls along the dirty asphalt of Eighth Avenue; street urchins scuffle in the dust and cadge quarters under the rusty shade of the elevated tracks...