Word: technicians
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...everyone quiet. He's an old ham-the minute he gets an audience he starts performing." During rehearsal breaks Berle clowned brassily. "Look," he exclaimed to the crew, after the first run-through, "I did it all without a Teleprompter." He half-sprinted from set to set, waving technicians aside with "Hey, hey, look out!" And, when he learned that a technician's wife had just had a baby, he presented the new father with a cigar...
Remember the Major. Hagerty's skillful handling of the Denver crisis deepened his association with President Eisenhower. Before Denver, although holding profound respect for Hagerty's professional ability, Ike had referred to him as "my technician." After Denver the phrase was "my friend." More and more often Ike would pop his head out of his office, look around and inquire: "Where's Jim?" Says another White House staffer: "He just wants to know where Jim is because, I guess, he feels better when Jim is around." Usually Hagerty still has to check with the President before answering...
...weekly is also a harsh critic of the West, but to Poles, in their dogged, rear-guard struggle for democracy, Szpilki's sharpest needles are reserved for Communist duplicity and doublethink. In a cartoon that wryly helped to explain its own survival, Szpilki showed a technician standing with a visitor in front of a Rube Goldbergian version of an electronic brain. "You think this criticism machine is big?" said the technician. "You should see the anti-criticism machine...
...when he visited Alhambra (Calif.) High School and found students taking a snap course called "coed-cooking." Asked Kendrick of one coed-cook, a boy who hoped to become an engineer: "How are you going to apply this to a career as a scientist?" Said the would-be American technician of the Space Age: "Say in three years or so, I will be out on my own and I will want to cook something on my own. I mean, I will know how to cook it. I mean. I will know all the measurements and that kind of stuff...
Armstrong Circle Theater: When the Brooklyn Museum started clearing out its west wing storeroom a year and a half ago, Dr. John Cooney, curator of Egyptian art, decided that a 1,600-year-old mummy of undistinguished pedigree had to go. First he suggested burning it, but a museum technician objected, as a Roman Catholic, to destroying a human body. Next Dr. Cooney tried to bury the mummy, and found that he could get no city burial permit. Then he tried to ship it out of town to a small museum, only to be turned down by Railway Express...