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...like "It's not in Timbuktu or Timbukthree" their frequency becomes irritating and exhausting. Newley and Bricusse are at their painful worst when they depart from typical song-and-dance numbers like "A Wonderful Day Like Today" or "Where Would You be Without Me?" and attempt flashy theatricality. "The Joker" and "Who Can I Turn To?" seem to have been written more for Newley's nightclub act than for a musical comedy and Sellon's delivery of the songs bear ugly shades of Caesar's Palace. The writers reach the lowest depths of their lyrical abyss with "Feelin' Good...
Santini isn't his real name; it's the nom de guerre (literally) of "Bull" Meecham, Marine colonel, pilot extraordinaire, drunk and practical joker, outrageous egomaniac, and father of a large family which he likes to run like a boot camp. Ben, his oldest boy, is a gentle soul who's beginning to chafe under the discipline, to say nothing of his father's determination to mold him in his own macho image...
Part of this uneasiness doubtless stems from Neuharth's style. His sense of humor is barbed, sometimes tactless, and he is a notorious practical joker. His first wife, Loretta, was once arrested after he devilishly reported their car stolen. At a party a few years ago, he persuaded all 19 men present to give him their ties and then left; he never did return the ties. Neuharth dresses expensively, and always in black, white and gray. He jogs at dawn-in a black-and-white track suit. Associates call him the Black Prince. Says Ron Martin, editor...
...preparation for a high-powered university such as Harvard was abysmal. Early in my academic career, I had concluded that I had too much of a tendency towards lassitude to gain admission to an elite college by garnering an impressive joker in the housing office had read my thorough, if slightly arrogant, application and gleefully selected someone with every trait I detested. In our brief, mutually wary encounter, I discovered that she was a chemistry fanatic who went to bed at 10 p.m. and got up at 6 a.m. (I never go to bed before 3 a.m. and I never...
...hate living in Stoughton anyway. The spring before, I had carefully filled out Harvard's rooming form; after three years at boarding school I had a good idea of what I wanted--and didn't want--in a roommate. Three minutes of conversation with Ellen convinced me that some joker in the housing office had read my thorough, if slightly arrogant, application and gleefully selected someone with every trait I detested. In our brief, mutually wary encounter, I discovered that she was a chemistry fanatic who went to bed at 10 p.m. and got up at 6 a.m. (I never...