“We end in New York, on New Year’s Eve,” Sullivan says, “with yet another perfectly composed photograph by the great Alfred Eisenstaedt. Not a Christmas image, per se — but a wonderful holiday moment, nevertheless. In a Park Avenue apartment, the celebrants raise the roof, and toast the coming of 1957. Within days, the Christmas decorations will be taken down, and packed away … until next year. ~ Life
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From an extensive Winsor McCay gallery at the Comic Strip Library.
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Via Public Radio Exchange:
The Retro Cocktail Hour 2010 Christmas Party
Celebrating the Birthday of Cab Calloway
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Charles Addams image via the Mini Mansion
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Except for one lamentably precocious urchin (said Groucho, “You’re 10 years old, eh? How long have you been 10 years old?”), Marx lets his child contestants off easy, but uses them to harass adults. On a Christmas broadcast he managed the following three-way interview between himself, a little girl named Marion and an adult contestant got up to represent Santa Claus:
GROUCHO: Is there anything you’d like to ask Santa Claus?
MARION: How does he get through the world all in one night?
GROUCHO: Well, Dewey got all over being president in one night…Come on, Santa Claus, go ahead…how do you get all over the world in one night? I’ve been waiting years for this…
SANTA (harassed): Well, you, we…by the use of radar…
GROUCHO: There you are, Marion. Do you know what radar is?
MARION: No.
GROUCHO (happily): Santa Claus, you better tell Marion what radar is.
SANTA: Well, it’s…
GROUCHO: Proceed, Santa, you’re on your own.
SANTA: Well, it’s something you push…
GROUCHO: That’s a lawnmower.
SANTA (hopelessly stranded): Then there’s a…if you like…
GROUCHO (beaming): Well, it’s something like that, Marion…do you understand all that?
MARION: No.
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Joining the Cleveland Indians in 1936, Feller became baseball’s biggest draw since Babe Ruth, throwing pitches that batters could barely see — fastballs approaching 100 miles an hour and curveballs and sinkers that fooled the sharpest eyes. He was Rapid Robert in the sports pages. As Yankees pitcher Lefty Gomez was said to have remarked after three Feller pitches blew by him, “That last one sounded a little low.” ~ New York Times
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Sam Huff
Time Magazine once described Huff, who starred at linebacker for the Giants in the `50s, as a “smiling fighter fired with a devout desire to sink a thick shoulder into every ball carrier in the National Football League.” He played in six title games and five Pro Bowls. Runner-up: Art Donovan ~ Sports Illustrated
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Ostermueller was known around the league as “Old Folks,” not so much for his age, which was thirty-nine, as for the slow, labored manner in which he pitched. He rocked back and forth, bent himself at the waist “like a Mohammedan on his prayer rug,” as The Sporting News said, rotated his left arm like a windmill, and only then undertook the critical but necessary action of actually throwing. ~ Jonathan Eig, Opening Day: The Story of Jackie Robinson’s First Season
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