Word: bogus
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...long sought by the Treasury as No. 1 U. S. counterfeiter. A one-time druggist who began by engraving labels for bootleg liquor, Watts turned out banknotes so perfect they fooled tellers. In the last four years it was estimated he had circulated about $1,000,000 in bogus bills, including a $20 note with which Secretary of the Treasury Morgenthau fooled his underlings (TIME, Sept. 9). ¶In Newark, N. J. police headquarters, a telephone rang and a man's voice said: "I've just killed three men. Come and get me." Police sped to the address he gave...
...Fishkill, N. Y. last month Secretary of the Treasury Henry Morgenthau Jr. gave his chauffeur a $20 bill to buy groceries, was surprised when the local bank declared it counterfeit, sent it back. In Washington he handed the same bogus bill to his chief clerk, asked for change, got it. Declared Secretary Morgenthau: "The joke's really on the chief clerk...
Spring was also fond of forging Washington bank checks which he sold abroad for $10 each. To his special clients he sometimes made presents of bogus Martin Luthers. Repeatedly arrested for his knavery, Robert Spring died in poverty, left sharp-eyed experts the difficult task of detecting his forgeries from the originals...
...Bynner, in collaboration with Arthur Davison Ficke, dashed off a few nonsensical poems, signed them with a pseudonym, "Emanuel Morgan," declared them expressions of a new esthetic principle called spectrum. While the real identity of the author was carefully concealed critics and poets gravely debated the merits of this bogus verse and school, argued solemnly whether Poet Emanuel Morgan was a genius or a fraud. In Guest Book Author Bynner again reveals his keen eye for literary and other pretensions, his delight in exposing them with wit and a minimum of malice. Less frankly humorous than his verse play, Cake...
...embarrassingly bad that it makes a playgoer's flesh crawl. Billed as "a play about the end of an epoch," it presents a frieze of specious, spotty and purportedly War-wrecked characters against a recent Armistice Day celebration in Paris. Rarely encountered outside the pages of bogus novels, these gloomy folk go about telling each other that they are "so tired," complaining of "the jitters," wishing they were dead. Once in a while one encourages another to "buck up," but for the most part pessimism is the order of the day. A female member of the British aristocracy...