Carol Channing made it to the Super Bowl twice, as a halftime entertainer, each time at Tulane Stadium, the first home of the Saints.
So through that long, famous summer, we laboured through The Entertainer, each bodged and fumbled chord turning Scott Joplin's lilting, whimsical rag into a lolloping, peg-legged dirge, music from a speakeasy in hell.
A born entertainer, she inhabits each moment like a fresh bid for her audience's attention.
Last week, Jimmy Kimmel hosted a "sign language rap battle" where two interpreters and deaf entertainer named Jo Rose Benfield each delivered their live interpretation of a Wiz Khalifa song.
Each entry has to be an entertainer, under the age of 30 and born in, or chiefly reside in, the UK.
Each week there's a featured entertainer, and that night it was a black country singer from Louisville named James Mac McDanielel who specializes in Charley Pride songs.
An entertainer should, after all, be entertaining.
A number of entertainers, each of whom had been given a dime to use for a phone call in case of an emergency, and all of whom had been instructed to stand in groups of not fewer than six, appeared on the platform.
Nor does Alec Guinness look at his most content rehearsing a mamba for Captain's Paradise; while a shot from the set of The Road to Hong Kong – the last of Bing Crosby and Bob Hope's Road movies, also featuring Peter Sellers – sees three of the screen's consummate entertainers each gazing blankly in a different direction.
(She and Bradley are always at each other's throat; he calls her Excedrin the Entertainer and Mouth St. Helens).
