Word: barbershop
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...would take a lot of doing. In the Police Gazette's heyday under Publisher Richard Kyle Fox, who made a fortune in his 45 years as owner (1877-1922), the weekly magazine had a circulation of almost 500,000 and a readership in the millions. No well-appointed barbershop, saloon or Army post could afford to be without the Gazette...
Bobbed Hair & Bare Facts. But Prohibition (1920) dried up the Police Gazette's barroom circulation, and in 1922 it lost most of its barbershop trade when women invaded man's next-to-last retreat from womankind to have their hair bobbed. In 1932, ten years after Fox's death, the Police Gazette folded. Revived by Mrs. Merle Williams Hersey, a Methodist minister's daughter, as a magazine frankly and exclusively devoted to sex. the Gazette was sold in 1935 to Publisher Roswell. When the Post Office suspended his mailing privileges in 1942 for one year...
Nobody paid any attention as he sauntered, pistol in hand, into Clark Hoover's barbershop. Inside, a six-year-old boy with a white apron around his neck was sitting astride a raised hobbyhorse. The barber stood beside him clipping busily. Wordlessly, Howard Unruh aimed his pistol. He shot the boy on the hobbyhorse through the chest and head, then fired again and killed the barber...
...daily column, Cope mixes his propaganda for the agrarian revolution with homely philosophy, simple humor, useful information and unabashed corn. Though most of his columns plow a straight furrow through common farm problems, he also roams as far afield as barbershop quartets and alcoholism. Cope's most celebrated column had nothing to do with farming. It was a sentimental epitaph for his dead Scottie, Mr. Burns...
...time was of no matter to him. Neither was thought, and be dwelt deliciously on the experience. Never had he felt more perfectly in tune with his surroundings, and he made a mental note to tell his barber all about it. But no time for that now--the barbershop was closed, and more important, his aesthetic experience had been interrupted. Throwing the tie around his neck, searl fashion, he stalked out of Lamont and set off to find a good, stiff Pernod...