Music: Sly, We Call It

For six years, on and off, nightclub audiences guffawed at a lanky, frenetic comedienne named Kay Thompson and her madcap act with the four Williams brothers (TIME, Nov. 10, 1947). Last summer the team folded, and Kay settled down to a quiet life near Beverly Hills. She redecorated her apartment, designed dressy slacks for long-legged women, began painting aå la Toulouse-Lautrec, and wrote half of an autobiographical book before the quiet life began to pall. Next thing she knew, she was whipping up a one-woman show, and last week she was sashaying about...