Word: belmontized
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...above Bronson Cutting's copper coffin has seldom sat in one church. There were J. P. Morgan* and A. F. of L.'s William Collins, Walter Lippmann and Nicholas Murray Butler, Colonel House and Hiram Johnson, Sir Ronald Lindsay and Norman Thomas, Alice Longworth and Mrs. August Belmont, Joseph H. Choate Jr. and Senator La Follette, the President's mother and Mrs. Eugene Meyer, Senator Vandenberg and Isabella Greenway, soft-spoken Spanish Americans and nasal-twanged Yankees, stockbrokers who dwell on Long Island and politicians who abominate them. All of them had reason for being there...
Dean of Manhattan's bookmakers, "Long Tom" Shaw, 6 ft. 3, grey-haired, with a diamond stickpin in his tie, a grey felt hat over his shrewd Irish face, has been taking bets at New York tracks since 1906. At Belmont Park and other New York tracks his stool is No. i in the. line of bookmakers in the betting shed. The odds chalked on his slate are highly respected by his confreres. A onetime New Orleans bicycle-racing champion, Tom Shaw, now 60, rides in an open Rolls Royce...
...fiftyish, a suave, affluent bookmaker noted for his $200 suits, his good manners and his sporty English cashier, Sidney ("Sir Sid-ney") Gooch, who wears loud tweeds and speaks with a Cockney accent. A onetime Manhattan ragman, "Kid Rags" operates the biggest book at the smartest U. S. track, Belmont Park, finds most of his trade in Wall Street, specializes in bets from...
Frank Erickson, onetime waiter, is now the largest commissioner in the U. S. His business-derived mostly from agents in cigar stores, poolrooms and newsstands along the Eastern seaboard-is backed by about $4,000,000. When he goes to Belmont Park, he sits in the clubhouse among socialites who patronize the betting-shed bookmakers-of whom Frank Erickson finances four. Trusted implicitly by his enormous clientele, Bookmaker Erickson was reported to have lost $150,000 last summer, mostly at a Saratoga meeting which put many of his less substantial rivals out of business...
...still own million-dollar nests at Newport speak of them apologetically, if at all, and hope furtively that no one will noise it about. While the gleaming Taj Mahals still stand in not-so-mute testimony of the glory that was Ogden Goelet's, Cornelius Vanderbilt's, and Oliver Belmont's, most of the notables of Newport have packed up the family jewels and scandals and gone off in search of simpler dwelling-places on the coasts, of Maine. Not only did conscience-stricken Ogden Mills sell his Newport place last year in preparation for running for the Presidency...