Word: box
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Mayor Walker did not have to look far to discover his chief foe. Leaning casually against the rail of the Press box was the committee's counsel, grey-haired Samuel Seabury, pontifical, bland, courteous, smiling, maddening. For this moment Inquisitor Seabury had patiently labored for 14 months, relentlessly cutting his way through the city's political jungle, confident that he would come at last to its heart-the Mayor's office in City Hall. At stake were not only His Honor's honor, but His Honor's job and perhaps his liberty as well...
...Russell T. Sherwood, a financial agent of the Mayor's, fled the city ten months ago when subpenaed by the Committee? How had he managed to bank $700,000 in five years on a salary which had never exceeded $10,000? Why did he share a lock box with Mayor Walker...
...back so he ''wouldn't have to go through these two days." If the $700,000 was inferred to belong partly to him, Mayor Walker said he "hoped [the Inquisitor] proves it is mine. I'd try and collect it" (Laughter). The lock box, he explained, had been shared when Mayor Walker was in the State Senate and practiced law in a firm for which Sherwood was accountant. It had been used by the Mayor as a repository for papers relating to one law case. To him Fugitive Sherwood was simply an unpaid secretary who took...
...planned to sell tile to the city subways. The Mayor affirmed the revelation of his amazing generosity with a shrug of his shoulders, called it a "beneficence," said that he always took his gains home in cash and put them in a safe-"not a vault, not a tin box." Publisher Block's gift, instead of damaging the Mayor, appeared to place a trump in his hand. Having begun to receive Block money several months before his trip to Europe in 1927, why, he asked, need he have looked elsewhere (i. e. to the Equitable bus people) for traveling...
...hands. He smokes too many cigarettes. This again is not heroic. People are sick and people are poor and other people take care of them. This, too, is stinking and sweaty. And yet in the town shopmen call him "Doc" and slip an extra carton of cigarettes in his box of provisions. In mud time when the Ford slips into a pot hole, a team is hitched on to the front "ax" and the farmer forgets to ask for his three dollars. It really is not very understandable...